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.

the desk, running my hands through

they complain about me? I’ve never had any

watches me pace

slightly raised. “They paid off a bunch of regulators.

what happened.”

your people are good at what

voice. I can’t help but think

have an Alpha that truly cares about them. He takes genuine pride in what his

I can see that he’s really grown into his

of his desk and wring

targeting the same customers.”

“When there’s a conflict of

“I’ll go after them.”

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

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

barely reaches his chin.

say, a

you.” He places his hand on

I shake off

just can’t do it. I don’t want

me, to have someone take

I nod. “Alright.”

we’ll have a serious conversation. The

keen on

Talking to him is the least I

I say no?” I ask, just to test the waters. “What if I don’t

PR person.” Not as effective as an Alpha, but still true. Theoretically, I could figure

him.

in 30 minutes,” he says. “You’ll be able to open today without losing

reservation.”

dumbfounded. I thought for sure I’d be out of business for at least a few

it impossible to refuse his

you have a

leaves, Karl teleports to a house across town. It’s nowhere near

owner does well for himself. The neighborhood is nice,

parked out front of the townhouse when

the door, and a few minutes later it opens. The man has a

Karl shove his way into the

“You can’t

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