The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 8 The Woman

Jane

“She was so perfect.” | moan, taking a sip of wine while Linda listens sympathetically. “I wanted to run away with her then and there.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” My friend advises. We’re out on her front porch, enjoying a late afternoon cocktail and discussing the shocking events of the day. “It was risky enough just spending time with her. If you took her, Ethan would hunt you to the ends of the earth.”

“I’m going to have to figure out a way to take her eventually. She belongs with me, with her siblings.” | insist, feeling positively overwhelmed after everything that’s happened over the last few days.

“We’ll figure it out.” Linda assures me. “For now we should just be thankful he didn’t figure out you’re alive.”

“What if he did?” I ask anxiously.

“Honey, you have to trust the death certificate the coroner forged for us was enough.” Linda reminds me, “We covered our bases. You’re safe.”

“There’s no such thing as safe when it comes to alphas.” || remind her. “That kind of power … it knows no limits. Besides, it’s not only that, it’s Paisley… she knew what I look like, she told me I look like her Mommy.” As much as hearing the precious creature say those words tugged at my heartstrings,

repeating the sentiment to her father. “How do we know she didn’t

they hear. The last thing one should ever do is assume kids aren’t listening or capable of understanding conversations –

about you, he would already be banging on our door.” Linda replies, trying to comfort me. “I’m sure

of the life I left behind. That same fate would await me if Ethan ever found out l’m alive. I can’t

“He can’t find out, Linda. He’ll take my babies, he’ll make me his

listen to me.” My friend insists. “You aren’t the same woman you were back then. You are so much more than you ever were or wanted to be. Ethan only has power over you if you give

pulls up, delivering my pups from the daycare center I booked for our time in the city. The back door of the sleek SUV opens, and one by one my pups are released from their car seats, running towards me

hugging Ryder, Parker and Riley as close as possible and showering them with kisses. “Oh, I missed you so

predicted, my young pups pick up on my distress immediately, each child trying their best to soothe my overwrought nerves. Parker climbs into my lap and begins singing a silly song he made up with his teacher today, spouting lyrics about a “frog on a

on the porch, performing effortless pirouettes and leaps to her brother’s tune, “Mommy look at me!” Clearly her ballet classes are paying off, though | imagine her dance instructor wouldn’t approve of the ribbets and oinks

hands like a composer. Every now and then he calls out an instruction to his siblings, encouraging

would assume they planned this, but my pups are so precocious I have no doubt they’re improvising. Before long Linda and I have collapsed in

give me more joy than ! ever dreamed was possible. They’re the greatest gift I’ve ever received and if it weren’t for Paisley’s

was a stark reminder that one piece of my heart is still missing, and I’m

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