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

sink in. “Another restaurant complained

He nods.

away from the desk, running

never

about it,” he says. He watches

raised. “They paid off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy to find out the

what happened.”

your people are good at what they

I can’t help but think

that truly cares about them. He takes genuine pride in what

job before, but I can

his desk

targeting the same customers.”

“When there’s a conflict of interest, there’s a conflict

“I’ll go after them.”

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

look into his eyes. He’s so much taller than me. The top of

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a little

you.” He places his hand

A distant part of me demands that I shake off his

it.

someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

promise we’ll have a serious conversation. The minute

I’m keen on having, but

is the least I can do if he helps me

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

PR person.” Not as effective as an Alpha, but still true.

him.

he says. “You’ll

reservation.”

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

to refuse his

you have a

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

for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with

a sleek black Jag parked

it opens. The man has a bewildered look on his face

shove his way into

man splutters. “You

it opens into a well-lit