Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 11 – Warning
Abby

Karl hands me the report, his expression unreadable. I can feel his gaze on me as I pick up the stack of

papers and scan the first page.

“That’s everything my people could find,” he says.

I look up at him and nod.

It took an hour to get the report, and we spent most of it in tense silence. His staff brought in tea, which

we both drank quietly, his with Kahlua, mine black. Then he had to take a few calls while I sat and

pretended not to listen. The worst, though, was when he ran out of things to do, and we just stared at

each other across the desk for ten minutes.

I could tell, with every passing minute, that he wanted to bring up what he said about reconciling.

Thankfully, he didn’t. He could probably pick up on the fact that I wasn’t in the most receptive mood. I’m

more than happy to put that conversation off for as long as possible. Even with all that quiet time to

think, I still don’t know how I feel about it. About him.

He falls silent as I read, and I can feel him looking at me. I do my best to ignore the weight of his gaze,

but it makes me shift a bit in my seat. Even now, the full intensity of his attention makes me want to

squirm. He’s always had that effect on people, but it’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving

end.

When I’m done reading, I look up at him. “So, it wasn’t you.”

“It wasn’t me.”

Even though he probably deserves an apology, I can’t seem to bring myself to give him one. Sure, I

might have come storming in here with zero evidence and a bit of a vendetta, but we haven’t been on

the best of terms for a while now. He can’t really blame me for thinking it was him. Wouldn’t he suspect

me too if something like this happened to him?

“I can’t believe this,” I say, dropping the report back down on the desk when I’m done reading. The

moment to sink in. “Another restaurant complained

He nods.

away from the desk, running my hands through my hair. I

complain about me? I’ve never had any

says. He watches me pace

regulators. It wasn’t

what happened.”

your people are good

he says, pride slipping into his voice. I can’t help but

cares about them. He takes genuine pride in what

his job before, but I can see that he’s really grown into his

I stop in front of his desk and wring my hands. “I didn’t

targeting the same customers.”

there’s a conflict of interest, there’s

“I’ll go after them.”

says as he finally stands from his chair. He rounds the desk and stops in front of

to tilt my head back to look into his eyes. He’s so much

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a

of this for you.” He places

shake off his arm. After all,

reason, I just can’t do it. I don’t want to.

have someone take care of me for

I nod. “Alright.”

you have to promise we’ll have a serious

I’m keen on having, but if he’s helping me with this, I don’t

to refuse. Talking to him is the least I can do if he helps me get my

test the waters. “What if I don’t need your help? My restaurant has

effective as an Alpha, but still

him.

says. “You’ll be

reservation.”

out of business for at least a few days. He’s

impossible to refuse his

you have

to a house across town. It’s nowhere near as

himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering oaks

there’s a sleek black Jag parked out

door, and a few minutes later it opens. The man has a bewildered look on

his way

“You can’t

house where it opens into a well-lit seating area. He