Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 7 – Mate Bond
Karl

Tiffany’s mouth drops open. She looks at me with some panic, but I don’t know what to say. I’m equally,

if not more, shocked than she is.

“Are you kidding me?” she says. “You’re the owner of this place?”

Abby exchanges a glance with the man beside her. He shifts uncomfortably, looking for a chance to

escape.

“Occasionally,” she replies. “I’m also the chef.”

I look at her for a long moment, something heavy sitting on my chest. “Can we talk alone?”

Her gaze finds mine, and she frowns at the look on my face. After a moment, she glances down at her

watch. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant is really busy tonight. I have to get to another customer.”

She leans closer to the man beside her, and they talk for a moment in low voices. I clench my jaw,

annoyed at the sight of them standing so close. Are they together or are they just colleagues?

“Thanks, Abby,” he says finally. He gives us a weary look as he moves around us and exits the

restaurant.

“Abby–” I start, but the door behind us opens, cutting me off.

A woman walks in, and Abby’s face lights up at the sight of her. She’s dressed in a flattering black

dress, with one of the biggest diamond necklaces I’ve ever seen. Her gaze finds Tiffany and me. She

looks us up and down, then dismisses us completely. Beside me, Tiffany bristles.

Abby greets her warmly, giving her a hug. “Hi, how are you?” she says.

I clench my hands into fists. I can almost feel the heat of her body as the memory of holding her in my

arms comes back to me. She gave the best hugs. After a hard day, there was nothing I wanted more

my arms, and it always made me feel better.

missed that until now.

you?” The lady returns her hug, then takes a step back. “I know

the other night, but

memories than

looks at me makes me feel like I’m slowly

you think of our new dish?” Abby

Abby. Truly,”

we watch Abby lead the woman to

still doing here, but I can’t bring myself

moments later with a drink, placing it down at the women’s table.

the customers beside her. It’s clear she’s

that her

myself, but I missed seeing her

around the house, making it ‘just so,’

and making it comfortable, and I

started coming home to

I brace myself. Tiffany,

levels me with a

your ex-wife just had

up, Tiffany,” I say,

a moment, my eyes tracking Abby as she moves

by the minute. Eventually, I realize she’s not

a woman with olive skin and a sharp black bob takes her place, giving

bland smile.

a nearby table, chatting amiably to the men seated there, and my heart

but I think I recognize one

wolf growls. If

I really need to get out of here.

more I want to fold her into my arms and pretend the last

never happened. But

why we separated? I

my mind. There was so much evidence,

so adamant I

Our bond isn’t completely

me off. If you don’t listen to me, he growls. I’ll kill Tiffany.