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

a moment to sink in. “Another restaurant

He nods.

and walk away from the desk, running my hands

complain about me? I’ve never had any issues

he says. He watches me pace back

slightly raised. “They paid off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t

what happened.”

people are good at what they

his voice. I can’t

Alpha that truly cares about them.

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

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

targeting the same customers.”

there’s a conflict of interest,

“I’ll go after them.”

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

He’s so much taller than me. The

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a little

for you.” He places

me demands that I shake off his arm. After

reason, I just can’t do it. I don’t

someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

a serious conversation.

I’m keen on having, but

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

waters. “What

as effective as an Alpha, but still true. Theoretically,

him.

done in 30 minutes,” he says. “You’ll be

reservation.”

be out of business

impossible to refuse

have a

house across town. It’s nowhere near as large

owner does well for himself. The neighborhood

and there’s a sleek black Jag parked out front of the townhouse when he

later it

shove his way into the front

me?” the man splutters. “You can’t

to the back of the house where it opens into a well-lit