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

to sink

He nods.

the desk, running my hands through my hair. I can’t

I’ve never had any

He watches me pace back and forth across the room,

off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy

what happened.”

your people are

I can’t

about them. He takes genuine pride in what his people

I can see that

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

targeting the same customers.”

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

“I’ll go after them.”

his chair.

my head back to look into his eyes. He’s

barely reaches his chin.

say, a little

of this for you.” He places his hand

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

reason, I just can’t do it. I don’t want to. It

me, to have someone

I nod. “Alright.”

have a serious conversation. The minute this is

conversation I’m keen on having, but if he’s helping me with this, I don’t

least I can do if he helps me get

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

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

him.

he says. “You’ll be able to open today without

reservation.”

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

to refuse his

you have a

Karl teleports to a house across town.

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

sleek black Jag parked out front of the townhouse when he

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

shove his

the man splutters. “You

walks to the back of the house where it