Tsundere Wife And Kawaii Kid

Chapter 64. Shot 

Ethan

How pathetic is it that I’ve only been away from Jane a few hours, but I already miss her? It didn’t help that the entire way through the kids’ movie, I had nothing but time to think about my lovely mate. Strange as it seems, I just didn’t find a bunch

of animated woodland animals frolicking through a silly adventure as compelling as Jane. Still the kids enjoyed it, and my heart swelled in my chest the moment that Ryder crawled

into my lap for no other reason than that he wanted to be close to me while we watched.

Now, as we return to the penthouse, I can’t wait to watch them act out the story for their mother. They’re currently debating the best part of the film, but the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end the closer we draw to the apartment building. As we round the corner, I see a blinding array of flashing lights, and police cars flooding the street in front of the entrance.

My first thought is of Jane, and before I can think twice, 1 scoop two pups up in each arm and race up to the first officer I see. “What happened?”

The woman pales the moment she sees me, “Alpha, I’m so sorry…” She begins, clearly unsure of how to voice her next words.

“Just tell me.” I demand, feeling the pups anxious energy increase as my own spirals out of control.

“It’s your mother.” The officer utters as gently as she can. She

glances at the children nervously, “she’s gone, sir.”

Too many feelings bombard me at once. I’m both relieved it’s not my mate, and incapable of processing the shock of hearing my mother is dead. “…” staring at the woman helplessly, I look down at the children in my arms, whose little faces are turned up at me in confusion. “Is there someone who can take care of them for a little while?”

Five minutes later I’m getting off the elevator, and immediately set eyes on Jane talking to a detective in the hallway. Her head turns my way the moment I step off, and then she’s rushing towards me. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she looks a bit shell-shocked. “Ethan don’t, you don’t want to go in there.”

“What happened?” I reply, stroking her cheek, “are you okay?”

“I just came home and found her.’ Jane murmured, her voice sounding distant. “Please, I’m telling you, you don’t want to see her that way.”

“I have to.” I tell her, setting her aside carefully. “You should go downstairs to the pups.”

“No.” Jane argues, taking hold of my hand. “If you’re going to do this, I’m going with you.”

Together we walk down the hallway, and though I’ve trekked this stretch of flooring a hundred times before, tonight it seems ten kilometers long. It takes forever for us to finally reach the doorway, and the scent of blood is so heavy in the

air that it clogs all my other senses.

When we finally reach the door, I feel like I’m walking through

12 Wochen a dream – a nightmare to be more exact. My mother is lying in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by evidence markers and a pool of crimson. Her eyes are wide and unseeing, and where her throat is supposed to be, there is only a gaping scarlet hole of torn muscle and tissue.

I lead Jane forward, standing over my mother’s prone body with blood rushing in my ears. None of this seems real. The only thing I can think is that I want to close her eyes. I start to bend down to do so, but Jane stops me. “We can’t touch her.” She cautions, and for the first time I notice that her shoes are bloody on the soles. She must have walked close enough to confirm Mom was gone before retreating and calling the authorities.

Rising back up, I nod and turn to the investigator behind us. “What do we know?”

“We don’t have to talk about that right now.” Jane interrupts before he can answer, her small hand rubbing my shoulders.

“Yes we do.” I insist. I can’t deal with feelings right now. “Someone killed her in my own home, that means we might all be at risk.”

was no forced entry, and no signs of a major struggle, which suggests it was probably someone she knew.” The investigator explains. “As you can see her throat was ripped out, but from the looks of it, it was a small paw – so

any evidence that Eve has been here?” |

and frankly, we don’t know what her

They got on well didn’t they?” The

but I warned you less than a week ago that this would happen if she wasn’t caught!” I remind him, feeling my temper begin

have no

time to investigate anything,” she reminded the investigator pointedly. “And you,” she says, turning to me,

| object. “I simply want to find the person

at me Ethan.” Raising my eyes to her reluctantly, I see only an outpouring of compassion. “I’m so sorry. I know how much your mother meant to you, and I can only imagine how difficult it is to process all this. The next few days

and the pups and find someplace to stay tonight. I presume you can go back to Linda’s for a night or

you on your

I’m okay, honestly.” I

help you make arrangements.” She

and turning in her bed, moaning in her sleep and crying softly. Rising from my unfamiliar hotel bed, I cross the suite

I shake her awake as gently as I can. “Wake

Her wolf glows bright behind them, her panting breath and racing heart gradually slowly

out of her eyes, she scrubs a hand over her face. “I can’t stop seeing her.” She admits in a small

a bottomless void – a gaping black hole in my chest. The only feeling I

I didn’t even think about how upsetting it must have been for you to find her that way.” I purr,

arms around her.

it’s supposed to be.”

to be comforting you, not the other

beside her, I encourage her to lie down with me. “The only thing I can focus on right now is

to say goodbye to her.

I think about it, it

of tiny feet interrupts us, and before ! know it four sets of bright eyes are glowing on either side of us. “Daddy, we went to your room but you

| ask, even as their little bodies

with her when we’re sad.” – Parker answers, from somewhere around my elbow,

seem sad.”

part of her sentence clear as day in my head, though she

Jane

days in a complete fog, appearing more like a zombie than the man | know so well. Every time I tell the pups that Petra is gone and won’t be coming back, the message only seems to sink in for a few hours. Soon enough they’re asking me when they’re going to see Petra again, and I

planning and preparations for a massive state funeral with great exhaustion and stress, but little emotion on his part. I keep waiting for him to break, to come out of shock and grieve the way he needs to so desperately. It hasn’t happened yet, and I merely pray that he will find the

a series of overly formal ceremonies and traditions, and I’m simply proud that the pups get through hours of being on their feet in stuffy clothing without a tantrum. It’s not until we’re traveling from the graveyard to the memorial service that they finally reach a breaking point, and I call in Linda for some emergency babysitting. I plan on staying with Ethan until the last mourner leaves the service, but I’m on my way back from handing the kids over to my friend when

who was at the hospital

I greet him as warmly as I can, assuming he’s here to wish the family his condolences. “Ms. Carrington, can

“do you need me

questions for you.” He answers, more gruffly than I would have expected. “Can you do me a favor and refresh me on what your relationship

faked my death and forged a new identity for myself. “Well,” I say, taking a deep breath. “We used to be in a relationship and now

is your legal name?” The detective presses, “because forgive me for saying so, but you

am I in here? Ethan and I split on very unfortunate terms and I did what I felt

simply, pulling out a notebook and pen. “I don’t care about forged papers and misdemeanors, what I do care about is whether or not you had a motive

| gape. “… are you saying