The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

By the time Ethan finally calls me back in to see him, he’s been moved into a private room in the hospital’s VIP wing. I leave the pups with Devon, eager to have some more alone time with my stubborn mate. I know he’s still reeling from everything which has happened in the last few days, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him push me away again. Now that I know what he’s thinking, I feel ready for anything..

When I arrive upstairs, a pair of male nurses are helping Ethan try to stand. His back is to me, so I pause in the doorway to watch, my heart thumping loudly in my ears. “Okay Alpha, we re just going to try and put some weight on your legs. Take it slowly, and don’t be surprised if it doesn’t happen right away. These things take time.”

Ethan grunts and nods, using his hands to push off the bed while the nurses spot him. Through the open back of his hospital gown I can see a thick white bandage plastered to his spine, and as he gets his feet underneath him, I’m also treated to a flash of his sculpted behind. I barely fight the impulse to wolf whistle, afraid of startling him when he’s so unsteady.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I see Ethan straightening up, standing on his own for the first time in months. Pride and happiness wells up inside of me, and my wolf dances for joy in my head. He’s really going to be okay.

Ethan manages to take a few steps, the nurses praising him with every inch of progress he makes. I can’t see my mate’s face, but I can only imagine the maelstrom of emotions he’s feeling joy, relief, impatience, restraint, frustration with his wolf. Almost as if he heard my thoughts, he shakes his head, “Damn, my wolf is really pushing to get out”

“I’m sure he is, but you need to wait until you’re able to get around better.” One of the nurses advises. Ethan is walking without their assistance, heading for the restroom, but it’s very slow going.

The three men disappear inside for a moment, and I hear the unmistakable sounds of a flushing toilet and running sink. When they reappear in the doorway, Ethan doesn’t look the least bit surprised to see me. I realize he probably smelled me the moment I arrived, and part of me wonders if he hadn’t been showing off for me – just a little.

“Spying little wolf?” He inquires, watching me with more warmth than I’ve experienced in a very long time.

“Peeping actually.” I correct him cheekily. “Those with more warmth than I’ve experienced in a very long time.

“Those gowns give quite a

mattress beside him in invitation, and I slowly move forward, feeling both hopeful and

elbow so he can hover over me while I rest on my back. His free hand automatically goes to my belly, and I feel the sudden urge to cry. I’ve been craving this closeness from him for so long, it’s difficult

as much time with him as I can before that happens, before I have to go on the offensive. So instead of saying what I really wish, I ask,

furious he lied, but unless someone is able to steal his position as Alpha, the scandal won’t truly hurt him beyond his approval ratings. I’m still processing his words when his knuckles graze my cheek, and

I had gone to the cafeteria and filled up on jello. I normally wouldn’t have permitted such a treat so early in the day, but my pregnancy cravings had been demanding I indulge in the dessert myself, which would have made denying it to the pups very difficult indeed. Right on cue, a huge yawn

hair. “I want to let you sleep,

I

Jane.” His hands are still petting me in familiar, soothing patterns, and I immediately understand that

this.

so much more

more than anything, but disqualified myself as your mate long before any of this began.” Pain blooms in his dark eyes, and I immediately open my mouth to argue. I

defiance, I catch the offending finger between my teeth, nibbling Ethan’s thick digit and flicking my tongue against the tip. Ethan groans and his

relief and slide my arms around his neck. How long have I been dreaming of being back in this

and turning my entire body

is pooling low in my belly. The kisses blur and blend until they no longer feel like individual meetings of our lips teeth and tongues. Instead they disappear into one blissful joining, a perfect dance as our bodies reacquaint themselves at long last. It feels achingly right, and I

only thing missing is Ethan’s hands on my body. It isn’t fair that he should make my every nerve-ending explode with sensation and need, only to neglect them. It’s been too long, I don’t understand how he can have so much restraint. 1 arch my back up towards his chest, rubbing my taut nipples against his muscular pecs in a desperate bid for relief, and Ethan growls into my mouth. I try to guide his hand to my breast, so