The Luna And Her Quadruplet Pups Chapter 91

Jane

Paisley is curled up against her father’s side, her small head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his low, steady breaths. I must not have been very attentive when I poked my head into the nursery, but then again it can be hard to make out one pup from another when they sleep in a cuddle pile. Not to mention my entire being is currently consumed by flames.

Backing away, I pull the door shut with a gentle click. There is only one power on earth that could overpower the base animal instincts of my heat, and that is the maternal drive to put my pup’s needs above my own. Slinking away down the hall, I try to figure out what to do with myself. I’ve never gone through a heat alone. It’s only ever come on around Ethan, and even after I became his slave, only he could give me comfort.

My wolf needed to be bred- by him and no one else. If there was another Alpha alive whom my wolf would accept, I’ve never met him. Maybe I can make it through to the morning if I take a sleeping pill. I think weakly, and maybe if l just stay away from Ethan, it will go away on its own.

I know better than to think this. Among our kind a heat lasts until one’s wolf is satisfied, and while I might try to reason with my wolf, I know she ‘ll never be satisfied without being rutted. Besides, the longer it goes on the worse the pain will become, until l’m absolutely begging Ethan to claim me.

The inner well of courage | tapped into at Linda’s is fading the more time that passes. So I hobble away down the hall, bent double as I backtrack to my own room, and trying to think of any way to keep my former mate at bay. I hate thinking of myself as a coward, but I also can’t help thinking that if anyone has the right – it’s me. I have so much to lose, and I know what it means to lose everything in a way most people never will.