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

made me feel better. I haven’t realized just how much

missed that until now.

hug,

other night,

memories than

that. Now the way she looks at me makes me feel like I’m

of our new

Abby. Truly,”

lead the woman to

sure what we’re still doing here, but I can’t bring

a few moments later with a drink, placing

moves on to the customers beside her. It’s

that her customers

missed seeing her like this. She

the house, making it ‘just so,’ as she

and making it comfortable,

home to a silent,

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

with a glare. “Karl,

friends. Of course, your ex-wife just had to own this restaurant.

Tiffany,” I

wait a moment, my eyes tracking Abby as she moves through the

with her by the minute. Eventually, I realize she’s

a woman with olive skin and a sharp black bob

bland smile.

the men seated

think I recognize one of the men

to get her back, my wolf growls. If you ignore me again, there will be

through my hair. I really need to

into my arms and pretend the last few

that the betrayal never happened.

mn, have you seriously forgotten why we separated? I say. I can’t stop the pictures

was so much evidence, and my wolf knows it.

so adamant I

mates, my wolf replies. Our

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