Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 4 – A Stranger ？

Abby

How did Karl even end up here? I look around at the bar and frown. This is the best bar in the capital. I

just didn’t count on running into him.

I mean, I knew he was in the capital, but I didn’t think we’d ever cross paths. A part of me hoped I’d

never run into him anywhere ever again.

Damn, he’s as handsome as ever, though. I don’t want to notice it, but I do. His soft brown hair falls

across his forehead, and I have to resist the urge to reach up and push it back. His gaze narrows and

there’s some sort of emotion I can’t place churning in his deep brown eyes.

Somewhere inside of me, I can feel my wolf perking up a bit and I have to resist the powerful urge to

lean into him. Just being near him again makes my sleeping wolf stir.

“What the hell?” I say, forcing myself to remember how pissed I am. If he wants to play games, then so

can I. “Sir, who are you to talk to me like that? What could ever give you the courage to be so rude to a

complete stranger?”

The line of his jaw hardens. Over his shoulder, I can see Adam looking back and forth between us. “A

stranger, is it? Well, let me formally introduce myself then. I’m Karl, your ex-husband.”

“Ex-husband? Well then, you should know we’re divorced now, and this has nothing to do with you, so

if you don’t mind.” I move to step around him, but he shifts with me, blocking my escape.

“We used to be very close,” he says. “It’s my duty to care for you.”

“Well, in the legal sense, we’re no more than strangers.”

I move to step around him again, and he grabs my arm. I tense immediately. “Have you been dating a

every day

“What, have you been

jealous and prideful?”

he snarls. “I came here for

myself cornered. I just don’t understand why

good enough for you?”

I’m hearing.

man and a talented gardener.

handsome, but that was

Figured

instead?”

my temper flare. Who is he to question me after

who ended things, not

know he thinks I’m going to tangle with him,

and created a life for myself here. A good life. There’s no point in

into the

to redevelop, we might as well leave everything in the past.

this out, is there? We don’t have a

you care about

this time he doesn’t stop me. He turns and his scowl deepens when

his credit, stands up straighter, doing his best not

Alpha standing before him.

turning

little.

mattress at home. Why don’t we put it to good

“Sure.”

turn, and my mouth falls open. There’s

neck of the bottle is still in his

down onto the floor. He puts the glass down

to

room as people turn to

he’s pretending not

put it on my bill,” he says to him. “Oh, and I’ll have a glass of the strongest wine

eyebrows go up. Karl never drinks, at least he never used to. If he does, he gets stomach

him,

give him my sympathy, even if

out of

people go back to dancing. Karl takes a swig of wine and I