Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 18 – Bartending for you
Abby

Karl hands me a glass of water, and I take a few small sips.

I’m still a little drunk, but I feel better now that I’m away from the bar. Thank G od Karl was able to

teleport us out of there, even if it made me throw up the minute we appeared on his front lawn. Another

blessing, in retrospect, considering I feel a lot less dizzy than I did before.

“Why were you there by yourself?” Karl asks, sinking into the chair across from me.

He sounds a little mad, but I know his anger isn’t directed at me. Not completely, at least. I’m surprised

he didn’t tear that guy’s head off. If he had, I don’t think I would have felt the need to stop him. Just the

memory of those possessive hands on me makes me shudder.

I’m draped across Karl’s leather couch, my clutch abandoned on the floor beside me, and my heels

toppled over nearby. There are a few bruises on my wrist from where that guy grabbed me, and Karl’s

eyes keep lingering there, his gaze darkening.

“Leah was with me,” I say.

“I didn’t see her.”

I shrug and place my glass on the ground. “She went off with some guy.”

“Good friend.”

“I told her it was okay,” I admit. She offered to stay with me, but I didn’t want to hold her back from

having fun. It was s tupid, but I thought I’d be alright by myself.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”

“I don’t usually get that drunk.” And I’m not too interested in getting that drunk again. Feeling dizzy and

slightly nauseous is never fun. Neither is throwing up on your ex-husbands perfectly manicured lawn

while he holds your hair.

I decide to change the subject before he decides to scold me. “Why were you hanging around there?”

“For fun, I guess.” He doesn’t sound convinced. I wonder if someone else dragged him there. His

cousin maybe.

to be. I could

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant,

occasion when he actually had the time to do something for

some

pack was in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But things have stabilized.

now than

still prefer to be working?”

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I

for the Alpha

work than

that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

he has in a while. I’ve gone over the last months

times in my head, and a part of me

it to myself at the

“Do you?”

looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets my

on his face. “More

me wants to believe him, but I don’t know how after

into Olivia after what happened with your employees.

did. I’d be more surprised if he

I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up the information, even if I’d

get involved.

media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

direct

for the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my

but tears

to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He

“I have

someone has to man the front desk and wait tables

take weeks to hire and train

tears fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–”

I don’t want to lose my

my hands and cry harder. It feels

He puts his hand

says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,” he says,

off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets