The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 82- Motive

Ethan

“It’s all taken care of?” I ask, staring down the desk sergeant at the police headquarters.

She nods, averting her eyes from my dominant gaze. “Yes Alpha, Ms. Mechant

will be held at the sanitorium until her trial.”

“Good.” I answer briskly. “I want to be notified the moment a date is set, or if any new developments

arise.”

“Yes sir.” She replies obediently. I’m about

to walk away when the detective on my Mother’s case catches my attention.

“Excuse me, Alpha, do you have a moment to talk?” He asks, looking far too pleased

with himself.

“Assuming you have something of consequence to share.” I grumble, closing

the distance between us.

“Of course, sir.” The man agrees, leading me towards his desk, “I would never waste

your time.”

I follow him at a distance, muttering under my breath and trying to guess what fresh hell he might be

preparing to thrust me into. Taking the guest chair as he settles in front of his computer, I mentally count

to ten, urging myself to have patience.

“Well?” I press when he doesn’t explain why he pulled me aside, “What’s going on? Have you found

something?”

“As a matter of fact, we have.” He shares

with a smug smile. “As you know we collected a few boxes of evidence from your

apartment on the night of the murder,

including a number of items from your

mother’s room.”

“And?” I prompt him, wishing he would get to the point.

“Well my team has been going through that

evidence all week, and yesterday one of my

rookies came across a document we

previously missed – one which could explain your ex-wife’s motive for the

crime.”

My wolf’s hackles raise. If the obnoxious investigator doesn’t stop insisting Jane is responsible for my

mother’s murder despite my repeated orders to investigate Eve, I’m going to lose my temper. “And what

document is that?” I hiss.

His smile widens, and he slides a piece of paper in a clear evidence bag across the table, and I snatch it

up, scanning the contents of the form. The logo of an out-of- territory laboratory is stamped at the top,

and beneath the address and clinicians.

names, are the words: DNA Test Results; For Personal Knowledge only. Below this is a table full of

obscure biological markers and alleles, with each of the quadruplets’ names and my own in the column

headers.

I don’t really understand the specifics, but I

know how to read a percentage easily

enough, and at the bottom of each column are the words, probability of paternity: 100

%.

It takes my brain a moment to catch up with what I’m seeing. I always felt confident that Jane was lying

when she told me the pups were Eric’s, but I think I held off having the tests run myself because deep

down I was afraid she was telling the truth. Apparently my mother had no such reservations. She had the

tests run without telling anyone, and now I have all the proof I need. The pups are mine – definitely,

unequivocally mine.

“Where did you find this?” I ask hoarsely, feeling more emotional than I would ever

admit to this man.

I suspect he takes the thick emotion clogging my throat as belief in Jane’s guilt, rather than the joy of my

paternity’s confirmation, because he’s grinning more broadly than ever. “It was in your mother’s

desk. We mistook it for a bill at first, it

wasn’t until someone went through all her

financials that we found it.”

“She must have been waiting to tell me.” I muse, wondering how soon after she received the results she

met her untimely

end.

“Or maybe she didn’t plan on telling you at all.” The investigator theorizes. “Maybe she was going to use

the test results to force

Jane to give you custody. Maybe she tried to confront her with it, and lost her life as a

result.”

“That’s quite a leap.” I grouse, still staring at the page with utter reverence. They’re mine. They’re really

mine.

“I don’t see it that way.” The investigator argues, “You’ve been telling me Jane didn’t have a motive to kill

Petra all along, but I’ve seen people killed for far weaker reasons than this.”1

“You really believe that Jane killed her

because of this?” I demand, waving the report in the air. “If that were the case, why did she leave the

report for you to find? If she knew this existed and was willing to kill to hide it, why didn’t she destroy it?”

“Maybe she couldn’t find it. Maybe she panicked and ran before she could look for it.” He ponders.

“But she made the call reporting my

mother’s death. If she ran out, she had to

run back in and she would have had ample

–

time to search before you arrived.” I counter, feeling more frustrated by the

minute.

“You’re biased Alpha.” The detective tells me, shaking his head. “You’re infatuated with her and you don’t

want to believe she’d do this, but all the evidence points to her.

You’re going to have to accept it sooner or

later.”

“Have you even begun looking into Eve?” I question. “Have you given a single thought

to anything I’ve told you about her.”

“With all do respect, Alpha, you run the

pack, not my department. I reserve the right to run my investigations as I see fit.” He grumbles defiantly.

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“You only have that right as long as you remain on the force.” I remind him. “If I

were you, I’d think long and hard about how badly you’re willing to risk your job.”

He puffs up his chest, rife with indignation, ” Are you threatening me?” He exclaims in

outrage.

“I’m sorry,” I chuckle, though it sounds closer to a growl than a true laugh. “Was that not clear?” Standing

up and towering

over the insolent wolf, I continue, “if you

want to keep your job, I suggest you start

doing it a hell of a lot better than you have

been. I might not run your department, but I am your boss’s, boss’s boss.”

Ruffling his feathers, he tries to glower up at

me before chickening out, “I’ll look into

Eve.” He begrudgingly mutters.

“Good boy.” I taunt, patting his head.

I feel like I’m walking on air as I leave the headquarters building. I’m sure that’s not what the detective

intended, and maybe I’m being overly optimistic about the

investigation, but I can’t help being thrilled

about the DNA results. The entire walk to my

car, all I can think is that they’re mine, I

don’t even have enough animosity

remaining in my heart to bark at the

reporters lurking outside the apartment

when I get home.

When I get up to the apartment I can’t wait to see the pups – my pups. I want to squeeze them tight and

celebrate, and while I haven’t decided how I’m going to break the news to Jane, I know I’m going to have

fun doing it. I’m not sure if she believed she got away with her lie, but she’s certainly going to pay

for it.

“Jane?” I call when I enter, gently closing the door behind me. “Kids?”

All four pups appear at once, almost as if they were waiting for me. I open my arms to them expecting

the usual abundance of hugs, but to my surprise, they all hang back – even Paisley.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, searching their

sweet faces.

They exchange a few nervous glances, and eventually Paisley steps up to the plate, taking a deep

breath and stepping forward, though she still hangs just out of reach.

“Daddy, did you put Mommy in time out forever?” Paisley asks me, her green eyes

wide.

I blink, her words not really clicking in my head, “What do you mean, angel?”

Paisley sighs heavily, her lips condensing into a pout. “When you were married, did

you lock Mommy up? IS that why she left?”

All of my elation from a few minutes ago evaporates. My heart sinks into my stomach. How do they

know? I think frantically, wondering how on earth they learned this detail about our past. In the end I

have to assume they overheard one of our

arguments, or some other conversation not meant for their young ears.

However the truth is that it doesn’t matter how they found out. They know now, and they expect an

answer. They’re all looking up at me expectantly, and I know the

moment I share my story the DNA test won’t matter anymore. They’re all going to hate me, even sweet

Paisley. Still, I refuse to lie to them. I have to take responsibility for my actions, and I owe it to Jane to

acknowledge what I put her through – no matter the cost

to me.

Part of me wants to ask the kids for one last hug before everything changes, before I share what they’ll

never be able to forgive.

Instead I take a deep breath, and prepare to

lose everything I hold dearest.