The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 56-Out of Control

Jane

Staring down at the altar where Ethan and I were married fills me with both joy and pain. It looks exactly

the same as it had that night, and if I close my eyes I can almost imagine that I’m eighteen again: full of

love and hope, my biggest wor ry in the entire world being that I wouldn’t be accepted at Ethan’s chosen

mate.

I was so foolish – so naive. Our honeymoon didn’t even last a day. When we returned to the city the next

morning, we were expecting a blowout fight with Ethan’s parents, but it turned out that the best night of

our lives was followed by one of the hardest days we’d ever experience. Ethan’s father had died of a

sudden heart attack in the night, and suddenly my eighteen-year-old husband was forced to defend his

right to become Alpha. He fought and defeated more than a dozen wolves before he could bury his

father or announce our mar riage.

However when the dust finally did settle, there was no one left to object to his choice of mate. Ethan

Blackwell was Alpha once and for all, and we had been married before the Goddess. We made history in

more ways than one. Ethan be come the youngest Alpha the NightFang pack had ever known, and I

became the first omega Luna. A few months lat er we had a second, more formal wedding with half the

pack in attendance, but from that day on I had a target on my back, even though I didn’t know it yet.

“You promised I wouldn’t regret marrying you.” | state softly. “You lied.”

“I know.” Ethan admits, his voice full of regret. “I broke a lot of promises we made that day.”

“Why did you bring me here?” I ask, feeling my eyes burn with the threat of tears.

“I thought you’d like it.” He answers simply. “No matter what happened afterwards, I’d like to think that

night is still a good memory for you.”

“It’s a painful memory.” I lie. I’ve returned to that night far too many times to count in my dreams, and

though I wouldn’t change having my pups for anything, part of me still wishes we could go back to such a

simple time. “I think you wanted to confuse me with the past or guilt me for leaving you.”

Fat grey clouds are swirling in the distance, reflecting my sullen mood. If confusing me was his intention

it absolutely worked, especially since the bastard is still touching me and making my body feel too many

things it shouldn’t. I try to shake him off, but there’s nowhere to run in this damned bal loon.

“Actually I planned this before you came clean.” Ethan says, surprising me, “I was going to use it to try to

make you admit your true identity, but I went ahead with it after you confessed because it’s a special

place for us both.”

Not for the first time, I wonder at how calmly he’s be haved about everything I did to get away from him

as if he thinks this is all some big game. “Why don’t you care?” I ask suddenly, unable to contain my

curiosity.

“Care about what?” He replies,

Throwing up my hands, some of the Champagne sloshes

out of my glass, and I turn on Ethan. “That I had an affair, that I left you and faked my death?”

“I do care.” He answers evenly, lifting my hand to his lips, and licking the spilled drink from my skin. The

feeling of his tongue lapped at the sparkling droplet erases all thought from my brain for a moment,

particularly as I remember how talented his tongue is elsewhere.

Regaining my senses, I focus on his words with consider able effort. “It doesn’t seem like it.” I grumble,

shortly followed by, “would you stop that!”

Sucking my finger into his mouth and giving it one last, luxurious lick, he grins at my flushed expression.

“Trust me Janey, I care.” He assures me, releasing me only long enough to pour a bit more wine. “I’m

just more relieved that you’re alive, than I am angry about your trick. And don’t get me started about your

supposed affair.” He adds wryly.

“So what, you’re just going to let your anger go?” I scoff, not understanding how this could be the same

man who re acted so brutally to my attack on Eve. I used to think that be ing Alpha must have corrupted

him how else could the lov ing man I married be so cruel? Now I’m beginning to wonder if he’s not simply

an incredible actor. Maybe this is what he does when he isn’t in control: he pretends to be affectionate

and caring in order to get what he wants, then shows his true colors when the time is right.

—

Ethan arches a brow. “Would you rather I punish you?”

My hackles instantly raise, “Of course not – I’ve had enough of your punishment for a lifetime.” I snap.

“And that’s why.” He announces cryptically, a flash of

34.12%

some undecipherable emotion darting across his too-hand some features.

“Why you’re letting it go?” | clarify, not quite believing my ears.

“Consider it time served.” He remarks absently, staring past me with a furrowed brow. “That’s strange.”

He says, more to himself than to me.

“You’re what’s strange.” | mutter under my breath, “One minute you’re coming on to me so strongly I

have to practical ly jump out of the balloon to escape, the next you’re actually being reasonable and then

you go all moody, not even paying attention to our –”