The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 3 Four years later

Jane

I thought I knew grief.

When my husband turned me into a slave and fell for another woman, I imagined nothing could be more painful. Then my mother died. I lost all the money I won in the divorce trying to save her, and still it wasn’t enough. I was alone and heartbroken, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.

My babies and hopes for the future got me through the worst of my mourning, they were a balm for my twice broken heart – becoming my entire world after the one I knew crumbled beneath my feet. I had one brief flash of joy when my children were born, filled with a light so radiant and all-consuming ! thought I might burst.

Then I discovered what grief truly is. It turns out I didn’t even know what love was until I became a mother myself.

My daughter is slipping away before I’ve even gotten the chance to know her, to show her all the love I feel. My wolf is howling mournfully in my head as I rock back and forth, cradling the fragile bundle against my breast. She can’t die. I won’t let it happen.

“There has to be a way.” | cry, pressing my lips to the baby’s downy head. “There has to be something you can try.”

“Jane,” my doctor begins softly. “We’ve done everything we can here. There is only one surgeon on the continent who could possibly help her, and…”

“What?” | demand, the taste of my own tears linger on my tongue. “If they can help her, why aren’t we trying to get them?”

My doctor purses her lips. “Jane,” she says again, in a placating tone I’m beginning to hate. “You can’t afford him.”

Righteous, maternal fury consumes me in a great explosion of flames. Is everything about money? Even saving lives? “I might not be able to afford him,” I growl angrily, “but her father can.”

“You made us promise never to notify Ethan.” The physician reminds me tentatively.

perfect daughter, I know none of my past feelings or concerns are important anymore. My children are the only things that matter now. I can’t let her die, this miracle who I haven’t even had

down my cheeks. “If it means she can

him

“I- I’m an omega. If he knows about the other babies he’ll take them from me. He’ll make me his slave again and I’ll let him in order to be near them.” I implore her to understand, “I can give her up to save her life, but Ethan can’t know about the others. He can’t know I’m

to lie to an Alpha?”

me save my

being separated from their mother.

—-

—-

Ethan

not possible.” I insist, staring at the tiny creature the nurse just pushed into my arms. The world is spinning around me in a sickening

The doctor murmurs, “but it’s true. I’ve been caring for Jane for the last six

choke, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “I

know I would. My wolf is in a complete rage, clawing

to science. You can’t see it. But I assure you,

all the strange, sterile hospital scents muddying

telling you, you’ve made a

believe a loved one is gone.” The doctor analyzes. “We all like to think we’d be able to feel it, but the truth is we can’t. Jane is gone, but this

the nurse placed her in my arms, but now her eyes crack open: glazed, drowsy, and as green as the forest. Jane’s eyes. My daughter blinks and coos softly, opening her mouth into

do I have