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 restaurant

He nods.

up and walk away from the desk, running my hands through my

complain about me? I’ve never had any

he says. He watches

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

what happened.”

are good at what

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

about them. He takes genuine pride in what his people

I can see that he’s

his desk and wring my

targeting the same customers.”

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

“I’ll go after them.”

finally stands from his chair. He rounds

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

barely reaches his chin.

say, a

take care of this for you.” He places his hand on my shoulder and

shake off his

But, for whatever reason, I just can’t do it. I don’t want to.

for me, to have someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

serious

a conversation I’m keen on having, but

the right to refuse. Talking to him is the least I can do if he

test the waters. “What if I don’t need your

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

him.

it done in 30 minutes,” he says. “You’ll be able to open

reservation.”

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

it impossible to

you have

minute Abby leaves, Karl teleports to a house across town.

for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering oaks and

a sleek black Jag parked out front

it opens. The man

watches Karl shove his way into the front

the man splutters. “You

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