The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 87 – Eric Tells a Lie
Ethan
I don’t remember leaving the bar last night,
but somehow I managed to get home and
into bed.
Of course, I don’t need to remember to feel
the horrible after effects of my foolish
behavior. My beta, Matthew, tried to convince me to leave when I started feeling the effects of pouring half a bottle of scotch into
an oversized tumbler and calling it a ”
little drink’, but I wasn’t in the mood to
listen. One little drink became three, and
before long I succeeded in reaching blissful
oblivion – though it doesn’t feel even a little
bit blissful now. Part of me feels ashamed of
setting such a horrible example for my pups, but the other part simply reminds me that I’m not going to have pups for much
longer.
Glancing at the clock, I can see it’s already 9am, which means I’m officially late for
work. Sitting up in bed, the room begins to spin violently, and all of a sudden working from home seems like the only way I’m
going to get anything done today.
When I finally emerge from my bedroom, our babysitter Sadie is already playing with the pups in the living room. Only Paisley
greets me good morning, and I try not to let getting the cold shoulder from the other pups’ affect me, but who am I kidding? Only
a parent without a heart wouldn’t be bothered by this.

Whether they’re willing to talk to me or not, Sadie shouldn’t have to stay here all day if I’m present, so I send her home and go
about setting up a work station for myself in the kitchen. The morning is quiet and admittedly rather unproductive, since I can’t
focus on anything but the children silently despising me in the living room. However, by lunch I’m almost feeling human again.
By the time the pups’ afternoon nap rolls around, I’m desperate for a shower, and
immediately retreat to the warm steam ast
soon as they’re down for the count. However when I emerge, the house seems oddly quiet. It takes me a moment to realize why.
As
distant and soft as the sounds of their
slumbering breaths and beating hearts are, my keen senses have become completely
attuned to the muted tunes of their bodies.
I burst into the pups’ bedrooms, unsurprised but horrified to find it empty. Charging out into the main living area, I scan every inch
of the room, but they’re
nowhere to be found. Next I search the
hallways and stairwell, as well as the
elevator, roof and building lobby. After all is said and done one thing is abundantly, terribly clear: they’re gone.
I’m seconds away from calling the police, when I decide to check with Jane just in case. Maybe she came home in the few
minutes I
was showering.
“Jane?” I greet her calmly, trying not to panic.
“Hi, is everything okay?” She asks
hesitantly. We texted this morning when I decided to stay home, but I don’t know why she sounds so on edge- unless of course
she’s feeding off my own energy. Still, I

thought I was hiding my anxiety better than
that.
“Do you have the pups?” I inquire bluntly.
“No.” She replies hesitantly, “I thought -”
“I... I don’t know how to say this but I’m afraid the pups might have run away.” I admit, interrupting her in my urgency. They were
napping and I jumped in the shower, and when I came out they were gone. I’ve looked everywhere and they
aren’t here.”
To my surprise Jane doesn’t sound worried at all, “They haven’t run away.”
“But I’ve looked -”
“No,” she interrupts in a soothing tone.
((
Eric has them. He took them to the science
museum.”
“Are you serious?” I demand, my fear quickly transforming to rage, “Jane you scare the hell out of me, why didn’t you tell
me?”
“Well I never imagined he would pick them up without talking to you!” She defends herself, “or did you expect me to ask your
permission?”
“That isn’t fair.” I counter, “First of all, they’re my pups too and we agreed to stop sending them to pre-school because of all the
media, we should have discussed sending them out in full view of them without one of us being present. And second, you know
that isn’t what I meant. I came out
and they were just gone, Jane. No note, no
nothing.”

“I’m sorry,” Jane concedes, “You’re right. We should have talked about it, and Eric shouldn’t have done that. I’ll speak to him.”
“No, I will.” I insist, “this is unacceptable.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Jane hedges, “or have you forgotten how well things went the last time you two talked?”
“This is different.” I insist, “I won’t let him get the best of me, and the pups will keep us both on good behavior.”
“Are you sure, I think maybe I should come home.” Jane worries aloud.
“No, you stay put.” I instruct, “I’ll handle this.”
When Eric walks in a few hours later, I’m still fuming. Paisley runs over to me immediately, climbing into my lap even as the other
children collapse in a puppy pile in the living room. “Daddy! It was so cool! I put my hand on this thing, and it tingled and all my
hairs stuck out like crazy!”
“That’s amazing!” I praise, “so you had fun with uncle Eric?”
Part of me hopes she’ll say no, but I also can’t bring myself to be disappointed she had a good day. “It was fun.” She confirms,
leaning close and loudly whispering, “but I would rather have gone with you.”
“Me too, angel.” I agree, “why don’t you go play with your brothers and sister while Eric and I talk?”
She eyes me warily, “You not going to fight’ gain are you?”
“No sweetheart,” I chuckle, appreciating the reminder of how badly our last fight scared her. I’d been in more danger of breaking
my promise to Jane than I’d like to admit. The moment I saw the other man walk in, my temper pulled taught, at serious risk of
snapping like a twig.
Standing, I usher the other alpha out into the hallway, trying to mask my seething animosity for the pups’ sake if not his own.
“What is this about, Blackwell?” He
questions me snidely.
“Did you not think it might be a good idea to
let me know you were taking my children out of this house?” I counter coldly.

He shrugged, “I assumed you’d figure it
out.”
“I almost called the police!” I growl, “it was merely dumb luck that I called Jane first, I was convinced they’d run away or been
kidnapped.”
“But you did call Jane first, so no harm – no foul.” Eric remarked, brushing off my
concerns as if they were nothing.
“Really, that’s all you have to say?” I snarl, do you have any idea how badly you scared
me.”
“If I were you I’d start getting used to not having the pups around.” He sneers, “Has Jane told you that she’s set a date? In two
weeks time, the apartment will be as empty as it was today, for good.”
((
My wolf is doing it’s very best to make me break my promise, but I keep repeating the same words in my head. The pups are
here, the pups are here. His words are bringing my worst nightmares to life, but I also have enough sense this time to realize
he’s intentionally trying to bait me. He wants me to attack. It will make me the villain and he
the victim in Jane’s eyes once again, and any chance I have of keeping my family together
will be gone. 1
“Get out of here.” I hiss. “Before I finish the job I started. You won’t be able to win Jane if you don’t have a head.” I remind him.
He smirks, “and you won’t ever get her back if you kill me.” Eric taunts, “of course, you won’t win her back either way, but that
would really put a pin in things.”
“Just go, Eric.” I repeat, I’m not interested in playing your games. With that, I turn on my heel and stalk back into the apartment,
hovering near the door to make sure I hear
him walk away before letting my guard

down.
However, before I hear him depart, the sound of a dialing phone reaches my ears, and I realize he’s making a call. Jane’s
familiar voice sounds in the distance, “Eric? Hey, how’d it go? Did you pick up the kids without telling Ethan?”
“I thought you’d already told him about the plan.” He lies in an obviously false tone of
sincerity,
“I’m so sorry, I never imagined. Jane he’s saying he’s going to call the police and have me arrested for kidnapping!”