The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 90 – Memories
Jane
As I zoom back across town, retracing the steps I took mere hours ago when I first ran to Linda’s, my mind drifts to the past. The
clenching pain in my pelvis is
blinding now, and the only refuge left to
me is the world in my head. My memories
swirl around me in a familiar fog, but one
day stands out from the rest.
I was eighteen, newly married and
supporting Ethan at one of the most
difficult times in his life. The day after his
father’s funeral I truly believed I was
coming down with my period, and
though Ethan offered to stay home with
me, I told him to go to work anyway. It
was too important, he was the new Alpha
and he had to seem like he was up for the
job from day one.
“Are you sure?” He asked me, leaning over my prone body on the bed, his brow furrowed in concern.
“Go on, I’ll be fine.” I promised, leaning up on my elbow to kiss him goodbye, “I just need to take some painkillers and try

to rest.”
“Only if you’re sure.” He frowned,
kissing me again, then bending his head to kiss my fresh claiming mark. “I’ll see you tonight. Just call if you need anything.”
“Good luck, Alpha.” I teased, though some of our old joke had died away now that the title actually belonged to him. I couldn’t
taunt him about not being in power yet, and every mention of the word was a reminder that his father was gone.
After he left I curled up and tried to nap, but before long my mind started to drift
to my new husband. He’d worn me out
over the last few days, and my body was deliciously sore. I never dreamed how
much pleasure was possible with one’s mate. Everything he’d shown me before we eloped felt wonderful, but it was so different
to actually have him inside me,
claiming my very soul.
The more I thought about it, the hotter I
became, my most intimate parts surging
to life and swelling with blood, demanding attention from my mate. At first I reached down to the apex of my
thighs, alarmed by the gravity of the need
quickly consuming me and desperate to
take the edge off, but no matter how I tried, nothing helped. I might as well have been touching someone else, so little
did it impact me.
I realized the problem quickly, much more quickly than I figured out what was happening to me. I needed Ethan, my
wolf only wanted his touch, and even my
own hands wouldn’t be able to relieve the horrible ache between my legs. I pulled

out my phone, feeling incredibly guilty for disturbing him when he probably wasn’t even to the office yet, but beyond all thought or
reason. Deciding to text instead of call, I quickly typed: how long are you going to be gone?
His answer came back so quickly I suspected he’d been staring at his phone, The typical work day ends at 6pm, but I’ll
try to get away a little early if I can.
Oh Goddess, it was only ten AM. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I truly believed I would die if I didn’t get rutted
soon. Had marriage corrupted me so completely? So quickly? What was
wrong with me that I was going half crazy with desire? Normal people couldn’t possibly exist this way – they’d never get anything
done! When I didn’t respond promptly, Ethan send another message.
Are you okay?
This prompted an entirely different kind of crisis. Ethan was working on lowering my inhibitions when it came to talking
–
about sex encouraging me to tell him
what I wanted, liked, and speak the
naughty terms aloud, but I wasn’t there yet. I didn’t have the first clue how to convey what I needed from him without mortifying
myself, or to relate just how urgent the situation was becoming.
Half-mad, I realized I couldn’t ask him to come home when he’d barely started his first day as Alpha, but I honestly couldn’t abide
the thought of waiting until he came home either. I’d never make it eight more hours. Can I come see you? I typed
dizzily.
Of course – is everything okay? He asked
again.
I just need to see you. I explained,
lurching out of bed and pulling on some

proper clothes.
I stumbled my way downstairs and hopped into the first cab I could flag down. The driver was a beta, and seemed slightly star-
struck to suddenly have the new Luna as a passenger. He offered me his condolences on my father-in-law’s death, and asked
after the family, telling me he’d take me anywhere I liked.
“Please, take me to the pack headquarters,” I whimpered. “Fast.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He actually saluted me, before careening off down the street. It was during our wild ride through the city streets
that the pain landed, slamming into me full force. Where moments before
I had been overwhelmed with raw, animal lust, now it was blending with the most terrible pain. I’ve never felt so empty, and I
cried out in anguish,
completely alarming my driver.
“My lady, what’s wrong?” He asked, eyeing me in the rearview mirror.
“I don’t know.” I cried, trying to curl up on the back seat. “I... I think I’m dying. I
need Ethan.”
The driver scented the air and then, to my
shock and mild offense, the cabby began to laugh. “Oh dear, poor child. Did no one ever explain it to you?”
“What-?” I gasped, tears streaming from
my eyes.
“You’ve gone into heat, little Luna.” He told me softly, “you won’t be dying any
time soon.”
My face flushed with color. No one had ever explained it to me, then again, they might not have known. My mother,
Linda, all the women in my life were
betas. This wasn’t a problem they had to

face. Heat, rutting, all these strange
games of dominance and submission it
was all the rare domain of alphas and
omegas.
When we arrived at the pack
headquarters the driver made me stay in the car. “You don’t want anyone but your mate to smell you.” He advised
cryptically.
“Why not?” I asked nervously.
“I’ll let him explain that to you.” He
murmured, “just stay here.”
For once I actually did what I was told,
but it wasn’t because I had any interest in
obeying, it was simply because I was in
too much pain to move. I’d later learn
that the first heat is always the worst, I
suspect in part because it is so new and
unexpectedly awful. In later years I was
able to prepare myself for the pan, plan
out everything in advance to ease my
torment. The one movement I could

manage this first time was to roll down
the windows. It was so hot in the back of
the car, and I felt like I was choking
without fresh air.
I’m not sure how long the driver took retrieving Ethan, and I imagine it wasn’t easy to do so without announcing what was
happening to the entire building, but
it felt like hours to me. The first few
wolves who passed by the parked taxi paid no notice to me, but after about a dozen men strolled past, one stopped
dead in his tracks, turning towards the car and looking as if he’d been slapped right across the face.
He was a mountain of a man, almost as tall as Ethan and sporting quite a bit more fat. When his eyes landed on me they
immediately began to glow. His fangs and claws extended, and he began growling low in his chest. Waves of feral aggression
poured off him in waves, and
the next thing I knew he was lunging towards the car, trying to climb through the window to reach me even though he
was much too large to fit.
It was a blessing the doors were locked, because his meaty hand was viciously yanking at the handle, trying to wrench the door
open. I wondered why he didn’t just open the door from the inside, but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of me. I’ve never
seen such madness – before or
since. I’m sure if he’d been able to reach
me he would have forced himself on me
right there in the middle of the street. Instead I could only cower on the floor between the front and back seats, praying
he didn’t find the sense to push the interior lock. I might be able to outrun him, if I got out of the car, but suddenly the cabby’s
words made a lot more sense. If this is what my scent did to an Alpha, how many more wolves would I draw into the chase out in
the open?

Thankfully I never had to find out,
because a few moments later the horrible
man was yanked out of the window as a thunderous roar overpowered his frantic
snarls. His big body went flying, and the next thing I knew, Ethan was there, gathering me up off the ground and into his arms.
“What were you thinking, leaving the house in this state?” He demanded fiercely, kissing every inch of
skin he could reach as he rocked me back
and forth. I could feel his hardness
digging into my bottom, but he seemed
completely in control – not anything like
that other man. “I would have come
home without a second thought, Janey.”
“I didn’t know,” I whimpered, clinging to him. “I just knew I needed you.”
The vision breaks when I get back to the
apartment, but not entirely. Still floating
along the hazy planes of memory, I sneak down the hall towards Ethan’s room,
only pausing to make sure the pups are sound asleep in their room before
continuing. I start to step into the room,
but as soon as my eyes focus on the bed, I
freeze: Ethan isn’t alone.