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 in.

He nods.

from the desk, running my hands

about me? I’ve never had any issues

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

off a bunch of regulators. It wasn’t easy to

what happened.”

are good at what

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

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

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

going to do?” I stop in front of his desk

targeting the same customers.”

a conflict of interest, there’s

“I’ll go after them.”

his chair. He rounds the desk and stops in front of me.

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

barely reaches his chin.

say, a little

this for you.” He places

shake off his arm. After all, it’s

it.

me, to have someone take care

I nod. “Alright.”

have a serious conversation. The minute

on having, but if he’s helping

least I can do if he helps me

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

Alpha, but still true. Theoretically, I could figure this out

him.

done in 30 minutes,” he says. “You’ll be

reservation.”

be out of business for at

it impossible to

have a

a house across town. It’s nowhere near as large as his,

well for himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined

Jag parked

and a few minutes later it

his

me?” the man splutters. “You can’t just come in

house where it opens into a well-lit