The Luna and Her Quadruplet Pups

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ces the haze of my thoughts, draw

ll rip it out of my head. “What’s wrong, Jane, can you not feel me inside you?” He demands, slamming

s in my minds eye, naked and moaning, tangling the sheets of the Alpha’s bed. It makes me feel sick to my stomach to know my husband was inside the other woman mere hours a

e I cannot smell her on him. Still, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it befor

er know if it wasn’t for Eve. She loves torturing me with every sordid detail of their s

with desire. My body responds to him out of instinct, brought to life by his powerful pher

not sure how much longer I can bear it. One way or another, I have to find a way out

imaginings bringing Ethan and Eve’s affair to life in my head, and

oan as Ethan rams into that

e movement again and chuckling at my helpless whimper

ace increases again, and I know he’s close. I stare sightlessly up a

e, but before he can kiss me

my hair, pulls my face forward. “N

you’re done with her

ont him for almost a year now. Yet Ethan barely registers my remark, he simply sh

fying breaths. “That wasn’t worth a kiss.” I hiss. “That wasn’t worth

has to work very hard not to give me pleasure, if it wasn’t for his betrayal with Eve I could probably find release just looking at his handso

xpression, “Excuse me?” He barks

ong time now, I’ve known for a while that the person Ethan truly loves is Eve. Eve, the she-wolf who saved his mother

st a worthless, gold-digging omega Ethan must have decided I’m not worthy of being his luna after all. Maybe that’s why h

d open the second drawer, and rummaged through what's inside unti

ared at me in shock and anger,

gesturing to the bed. “You can’t have

only with me for money.” Ethan hisses. “Was this your plan from the beginning? Did you marry me just so you could rob me blind

k in outrage, He’

es who have been whispering poison in his ear from the day we wed. He never believed it until Eve

ompared to the suffering he’s already inflicted. I don’t care what he thinks of me a

ack, “you should have li

rifying. Suddenly I realize provoking him might have been a very bad idea

elief. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my inner wolf cow