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

and it always made me feel better. I haven’t realized

missed that until now.

honey. How are you?” The lady returns her hug, then takes a

other night,

brings back more memories than I’d care to admit. I

she looks at me makes me

think of our new

Abby. Truly,”

we watch Abby lead the woman to her

here, but I can’t bring myself

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

the customers beside her.

and that her customers like

to myself, but I missed seeing her

busy around the house, making it ‘just so,’ as she always said.

her days building our home and making it comfortable, and I

home to

turns to me, and I brace myself. Tiffany, when she’s annoyed, is something no

levels me with a glare.

ex-wife just had to own this restaurant. Are

up, Tiffany,” I

tracking Abby as she moves through the

realize she’s not going to talk

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

bland smile.

to the men seated there, and

recognize one of the men

growls. If you ignore me again, there will be

my hair. I really need to get out of here. The more time I

to fold her into my arms and pretend the last few

the betrayal never happened. But

forgotten why we separated? I

mind. There was so

so adamant I

wolves are fated mates, my wolf replies. Our

protest, but he cuts me off. If you don’t listen to