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

in my arms, and it always made me feel better. I haven’t realized just

missed that until now.

her hug,

the other night, but I couldn’t

brings back more memories than

the way she looks at me

of our new dish?” Abby

Abby. Truly,”

speak as we watch Abby lead the woman to her table,

here, but I

a few moments later with a drink, placing it down

Abby moves on to the customers

and that her

but I missed seeing her like this. She was always

making it ‘just so,’

building our home and making it comfortable, and I never really

started coming home to a

to me, and I brace myself. Tiffany, when she’s

even an Alpha. She levels me with a glare. “Karl,

had

up, Tiffany,” I say,

wait a moment, my eyes tracking Abby as she moves through the room, becoming more desperate

the minute. Eventually, I realize she’s not going to talk

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

bland smile.

at a nearby table, chatting amiably to the

think I recognize one of the men smiling

her back, my wolf growls. If

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

into my arms and pretend

the betrayal never happened. But

you seriously forgotten why we separated? I say. I can’t stop the

from running through my mind. There was so much evidence, and

adamant I get her

wolves are fated mates, my wolf replies. Our bond

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