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.

desk, running my hands through my hair. I

they complain about me? I’ve never had any issues with them

were clever about it,” he says. He watches me pace back

regulators. It wasn’t easy

what happened.”

people are good at

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

Alpha that truly cares about them. He

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

am I going to do?” I stop in front of his desk and wring my

targeting the same customers.”

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

He’s so much

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a

you.” He places his hand on my shoulder and gives it

shake off his arm. After all, it’s not really his

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

to have someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

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

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

to refuse. Talking to him is the least I can

ask, just to test the waters. “What if I don’t need

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

him.

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

reservation.”

out of business

to refuse his

have a

across town. It’s nowhere near as

well for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering

a sleek black Jag parked out front of the townhouse when he

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

shove his way into

man splutters. “You

back of the house where it opens into a well-lit seating area.