The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups

Chapter 86

#Chapter 86 – Ethan Goes on a Bender

Jane

As I stare at the knife in my hands, I have

to smother a shiver. I’m not sure I could

actually go through with stabbing

someone – and it occurs to me that any

thief or burglar might just as easily take the weapon from my hands and use it

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Maybe I should just call the police? I think nervously. Or Ethan, he might be a

pain in my ass but if he thought we were

in danger he’d be here faster than any cop. Still my protective maternal

instincts are in high gear, and I know I’m

willing to risk my own life to defend my

pups.

I’m almost to the peephole, still uncertain if investigating is the most

sensible choice, when I hear a familiar growl. “Janey?” Ethan’s muddled voice

rises on the other side of the door, and I

immediately relax. “I know you’re there,” he slurs in a sing-song voice, “I

can smell you!”

Oh goddess, he’s drunk. I realize, lowering the knife. I set it down on the hall table, striding forward without hesitation. So drunk he can’t open the

damned door.

Wrenching the door open, I almost topple over when Ethan’s big body falls into my legs. He must have been sitting with his back to the door, because now his head is resting against my knee as I struggle to stay upright. Groaning, I bend down and hook my arms beneath his own, “Come on you, on your feet!” I encourage, trying to lift him and failing, “Oh for fuck’s sake, you weight a ton!”

Ethan chuckles, surging to his feet and

reaching out to steady himself by latching onto the nearest object – which

unfortunately happens to be me. The next thing I know we’re tumbling to the

ground together, and despite his clear

inebriation, he does manage to roll so

that my fall is cushioned by his body. Swearing, I try to scramble off of him, but he’s faster, rising to his feet and carrying

me with him. I don’t untense until my

feet are firmly back on the ground. As strong as he is, I don’t trust him to stand on his own two feet right now, let alone support my weight.

“You better not be making a habit of this, Ethan.” I scold. This is the second time

since I’ve returned that he’s gone on a bender like this, drowning his sorrows in

booze.

“Why not?” He grumbles, “You’re about to leave, and take the pups with you… what will it matter if I become a drunk?”

“Because that isn’t you.” I proclaim gently, leading him towards his room.

You don’t give up and wallow, or lie around feeling sorry for yourself.”

“Maybe I do. I’ve never been completely

alone before, maybe that’s who I am

without my family.” He suggests,

stumbling along behind me.

“It isn’t,” I insist, closing the door

behind us. “This is just the booze talking. You scared me half to death by the way. I thought someone was breaking in.” It’s feeling much easier to be angry with him

than to contemplate that he might be speaking the truth. “What were you even thinking, coming home in this state?

What if the pups had found you instead of

me?”

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” He answers hazily, turning around on the spot. “I’ll go, I’ll go sleep it off somewhere.”

“No, no!” I object, catching him before he can escape the bedroom, “You’re already here. Just get into bed.” I instruct.

Ethan is swaying on his feet, but he seems to hone in on me now, looking down at me with tortured intensity. “I’m so sorry, Janey.” He laments. “I didn’t

want to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt

you.”

“It’s okay, Ethan.” I lie, wanting to get this over with. “Just go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“No I wont. I’ll never feel better.” He

groans, taking my face between his

hands. “Please don’t take them, please don’t leave. I don’t have anything

without you and the pups.

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“That isn’t true, you still have the pack.

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I remind him, “We were never meant to

be together anyway. Alphas and omegas don’t mix, everyone tried to warn us, it’s

our fault we didn’t listen.” My fingers

close around his wrists, though I can’t

seem to detach his hands from my

cheeks. “Besides, for all we know you

have a fated mate out there waiting for you to find her.” I say, speaking one of my deepest, longest hidden secrets aloud

since I know he won’t remember it.

It’s a very strange thing, to fear something so much when it would solve all my problems. Still, the idea has

haunted me from the first day Ethan and

I got together. It stuck through our worst days, and even remained after I left him.

Every time Linda checked in with me to

report on Paisley’s status, I kept waiting

for her to tell me that he’d found his real

mate

“No.” He insists, shaking his head so vigorously it makes him dizzy. He finally

releases me so he can hold onto his own

temples, but he’s undeterred. “I don’t.

It’s you, it’s only ever been you. I don’t care if the Goddess sends me a hundred mates, I will only ever want you.”

“Lots of people say that until they’ve met the one.” I state, trying to sound like I don’t care, or like I actually want this to happen. “Then their childhood

sweethearts get tossed to the curb like yesterday’s trash.”

“Silly little wolf.” Ethan scoffs, shaking his head as if I’ve completely lost my mind. “Don’t you realize I already met

her.”

“What?” I repeat, stunned and certain

I’ve misheard him.

“I already met my fated mate – years ago, before everything went wrong.” He announces, baffling me completely. “She didn’t hold a candle to you.

“What?” I parrot, apparently incapable of coming up with any other words. “Ethan

look at me, how much did you have to

drink?”

“I’m not hallucinating, or dreaming.” He mumbles, reaching for me again. I back away, leading him closer to the bed like a dog chasing a bone. “We’d been married

for almost two years, and she was traveling through the territory with her family. My wolf recognized her

immediately.”

I freeze in place, stopping just a bit too long and getting myself nabbed by the handsy Alpha once more. “I… if that’s true why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to be jealous, or doubt my love for you.” He explains, nuzzling

my neck. She was a perfectly lovely she- wolf, but she wasn’t you.”

Oh no, there go my knees. All my insides are trying to melt, so I throw another wrench into his story. “And when you

thought I’d died… you didn’t try to find her?”

“Finding her wouldn’t have brought you

back and that’s all I wanted.” His big,

–

tree trunk arms are circling me now,

surrounding me with warmth. “I had everything I needed with Paisley, except for you.”

I feel like I’ve got emotional whiplash, like every time I hit rock bottom I’m NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

catapulted onto the top of a mountain, only to plunge down again. Which is why

I don’t let myself fall for the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest, even though it’s threatening to take over me completely.

“And then I found out about Riley, Parker and Ryder…” Ethan continues thickly, beginning to ramble out every last one of his drunken thoughts. “the pups I never knew I needed until they were here… and now they hate me… now you’re going to take them away.”

Well that was even faster than I expected. Guilt and pain consume me so abruptly they steal the breath from my lungs… or

is it the huge wolf squeezing me like a security blanket? Gasping for air, I struggle to pry Ethan’s arms off of me,

too tight!” I warn him hoarsely. “Ethan, I

can’t breathe.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, loosening his

grip.

Of course, once he does I realize it hasn’t

helped. Sure my lungs aren’t being

physically crushed anymore, but the

emotional pain remains. It’s hard to deny

how badly Ethan is suffering at the

moment, and there’s no doubt it’s my

fault. I’d like to think that this will all go

away in the morning when sobriety returns, but I know better.

As I tuck Ethan into bed, I try to reconcile my guilt, with the strange joy of hearing

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that he truly chose me over his fated mate, and the knowledge that I can’t let this change anything. Suddenly I see the appeal of trying to erase all my

tumultuous emotions with the numbing power of alcohol, but Ethan is all the evidence I need to see that would only be a temporary fix, and one that would get me into more trouble. Instead I put him to bed, and return to my own, praying that he won’t remember any of this in the cold light of day, and wishing I could forget too.

Can I?