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

takes a moment to sink in. “Another restaurant complained

He nods.

running

I’ve never

clever about it,” he says. He watches me pace back and forth across the room,

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

what happened.”

are good at what they

into his voice. I

Alpha that truly cares about them.

was good at his job before, but I can see that

his desk and

targeting the same customers.”

“When there’s a conflict of

“I’ll go after them.”

from his chair. He rounds the desk and stops

eyes. He’s so much taller than me. The top of my

barely reaches his chin.

I say, a

this for you.” He places

distant part of me demands that I shake off his arm. After all, it’s not really his

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

someone take

I nod. “Alright.”

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

conversation I’m keen on

refuse. Talking to him is the least I can do

I say no?” I ask, just to test the waters. “What if

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

him.

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

reservation.”

be out of business for

it impossible to refuse

have a

to a house across town. It’s nowhere

himself. The neighborhood is nice, lined with towering oaks

parked out front

minutes later it opens. The man

watches Karl shove his way into the

man splutters. “You can’t

to the back of the house where it opens into a