Jane “Daddy!” The sound of my pups’ frightened voices send me jerking upright in bed, suddenly and completely awake. I rush to their bedroom, flipping on the light and finding all four children piled on one bed, tears running down their cheeks. “Oh my loves, did you have nightmares?” I croon, immediately moving forward to comfort them They nod, but instead of running into my arms, they tighten their ranks. “Yes, but we don’t want you, we want Daddy!” Paisley cries. Pain slices through me, so powerfully it steals the breath from my lungs. I feel as though I’ve been punched in the stomach. No matter how bad things are between us, I’ve always been the one my pups turn to when they’re frightened or upset. “Well Daddy isn’t here.” I say shakily. “So you can have me, or nothing.” “T-then we ch-choose nothing.” Riley informs me through her sobs. I close my eyes so they can’t see me cry, nodding as my insides harden to stone. “Please don’t be that way. You know I love you, I don’t want
Jane “Okay, you can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” I repeat to myself, staring at the phone in my hands with utter trepidation. The pups are sleeping soundly in their bedroom, and I’m getting ready to sacrifice my dignity in their honor. I’m not sure how Ethan will respond to my phone call, if he’ll even answer when he sees my number on the screen. I’m half tempted to go find a pay phone and call from a number he won’t recognize, but I decide to try this first. Taking one last deep breath, I dial and hit the send button, raising the device to my ear. It seems to ring for an utter eternity, but eventually the line clicks, and Ethan’s deep voice sounds in my ear. “Jane?” The familiar sound sends a shiver down my spine. “Hello Ethan.” “I thought I told you not to contact me.” Ouch, I know I expected failure, but that seems harsh, even for Ethan. “Actually you just told me to leave, you didn’t say I couldn’t ever reach out.” I correct him hoarsely. It’s only been four w
Jane If I thought I was angry before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel now. I’ve known maternal rage plenty of times since bringing the pups into the world, not the least of which was when Anita stole them from us and Aimon threatened their lives. Still, this mistreatment feels worse – because it’s not coming from some dark foe, but from the person who is supposed to love and protect them most – second only to me. The more I think about it, the more I believe that the betrayal of a parent is the worst transgression a pup can suffer, and I hate Ethan for abandoning our children. I want to storm back to the NightFang territory and beat him bloody – and the idea is so tempting I have to remind myself I have responsibilities here. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things at work, and I’m terribly behind on my La Louve duties. Not to mention that I’m devoting the weekends to trying to win over my heartbroken pups. They’ve barely spoken to me since I stopped them from goi
Ethan At first I thought I was hallucinating. It wasn’t possible that Jane and the pups were here. I assumed I was dreaming, that my imagination was putting their scents in my head – that I’d lost my mind faster than any of us could have expected. However the closer I draw to the door I know it’s real, my wolf is racing around in circles in my mind’s eye. Overjoyed to see his mate and our pups – happy for the first time since I injured my spine. No, no, no. I think, even as he dances and howls like a puppy. They can’t be here – what are they doing here? Surely they didn’t figure it out – surely my beta or Linda didn’t betray my confidence. I brace myself for the overwhelming emotions of seeing my family, as well as the confrontation I know is inevitable now. After rejecting Jane in the hospital I thought I wouldn’t have the strength to survive doing so twice, but now it’s obvious I don’t have a choice. I can’t very well hide in my apartment while they bang on the door, and th
JaneI flinch as Ethan’s harsh words slam into me. For half a second there, I actually hoped things might not be as bad as I was expecting. He seemed so thrilled to see the pups I even wondered if I hadn’t somehow concocted this narrative about our separation in my head. But no, the moment the pups went down for a nap the warm, loving father disappeared. He’s been replaced by the same heartless bastard who rejected me so brutally, who betrayed every promise he made me on our journey.“You know what I’m doing here.” I rasp a moment later, hating how badly it hurts to be in the same room with him. The Ethan I fe
EthanI couldn’t be more shocked if Jane had pulled out a knife and stabbed me. I can’t believe what I’m hearing – I can’t believe what I’m saying. My beautiful, intelligent, passionate mate is begging on her knees, offering to become my slave again if I’ll only reconsider rejecting the pups. The irony is unbearable. I rejected her in part to avoid shackling her to a mad man, and now she’s suggesting that very same thing – only worse.As I look down at her, struggling to comprehend that this is really happening, my wolf tries to burst free, only to find himself hobbled and motionless – stuck within the steely confines of my skin. He doesn’t stop, thrashing violently inside me, rattling my bones as he tries to escape. The pain is unbearable, both physical and mental.Eventually my wolf gives up, receding deep inside me with a tortured howl. He knows we’re paralyzed, but he keeps trying all th
EthanChristmas carols fill the air as I watch Riley, Ryder, Paisley and Parker zoom around the skating rink, giggling and laughing as they play tag and stage races. Fairy lights and boughs of holly have been strewn around the edges of the rink, and the scent of apples and cinnamon waft through the falling snow from a nearby hot cider booth.My first afternoon back with the pups is the best day I’ve had since they were kidnapped – and certainly since I was paralyzed. It’s true that I’m heartbroken over Jane, but being with my children again at long last is pure joy. Ice skating has always been Paisley’s favorite Christmas pastime, but I’ve never seen her share the experience with anyone but me. It’s magical to see her playing with the others, so carefree. In the old days I had to hold her hand the whole time, she was never healthy enough to get rambunctious on the ice. Now she has no problem keeping up, and I couldn&rsquo
EthanJane and I are both on our feet the moment we see our pup injured. My instincts send me flying onto the ice, but my braces keep me from moving the way I normally would. I barely beat Jane to Parker’s side, biting back a growl of pain when the braces wrench my legs into painful contortions. I can’t feel anything below the waist, but the sharp metal still digs into my abdomen, and the powerful pinch as they try to adjust to the precarious surface beneath my feet is nearly excruciating.I drop to my knees beside Parker, scanning his precious form for the source of the injury. Almost at once I see a bleeding gash on his forearm, and though I’m relieved to see the wound isn’t grave, I still feel a pang of sympathy for the child. “Are you okay, buddy?”Parker looks up at me, his dark eyes welling with tears as his face grimaces in pain. He’s clutching his arm, clearly trying to put up a strong front but obviously struggling. “Daddy, it hurts.”Jane is already on the ground beside him,