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

He nods.

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

they complain about me? I’ve never had any

it,” he says. He watches me pace back and forth across the

a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy to

what happened.”

your people are good

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

have an Alpha that truly cares about them. He takes

before, but I can

I stop in front of his desk and

targeting the same customers.”

a conflict of interest, there’s

“I’ll go after them.”

he says as he finally stands from his chair. He rounds the desk and

into his eyes. He’s so much

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a little

for you.” He places his hand on my shoulder

of me demands that I shake off his arm. After all, it’s not really

But, for whatever reason, I just can’t do it. I don’t want to. It feels good to let him

me, to have someone

I nod. “Alright.”

promise we’ll have a serious conversation. The minute this is

my lip. It’s not a conversation I’m keen on having, but if he’s helping me with this, I

is the least I

if I say no?” I ask, just to test the waters. “What if I don’t need your help? My restaurant

as an Alpha, but still true. Theoretically,

him.

minutes,” he says. “You’ll be able to open today without losing

reservation.”

I thought for sure I’d be out of business for

to

have a

across town. It’s

himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined

Jag parked out front of the

on the door, and a few minutes later it opens.

his way into the front

“You can’t

it opens into a