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.

than you used to be. I

were married.”

to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It

when he actually had the time

of some

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

things now

prefer to

seems to weigh what he wants to say next.

the Alpha

more work than

I know that now.” Something

more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone

a million times in my head, and a part of

myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

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

on his face. “More

me wants to believe him, but I don’t

with your employees. I

that he did. I’d be more surprised

resigned. There’s no point in passing

get involved.

social media. I also saw pictures

a direct copy

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

tell myself, but tears

don’t know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond,

“I have no

Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front

It’ll take weeks to hire and train new

the back of my hand. “It just–” I

don’t want to lose

feels good

down. He puts his hand on

says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

you a drink,”

cheeks and nod. “Yeah,

in the corner and gets out the shaker. A