Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 40: A Way Out
Karl

The sting of rejection pulses through me, acute and raw, as I distance myself from Abby’s place.

My footsteps echo through the quiet city streets, the usual hustle and bustle of the nightlife seemingly

dimmed tonight. Each step aligns with the rapid beat of my heart.

I can’t shake the feel of her, the nearness of our last moment.

Abby looked beautiful. She clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance today; her hair and nails

looked freshly done, she was wearing makeup, and a gorgeous dress.

A few years ago, I might have been bothered by the way that she dressed tonight. But lately, for some

reason I’ve been finding myself attracted to it. She’s se xy, always has been, but is somehow even

sexier now.

But what pi sses me off more than anything is that she was dressing like that for another man who

doesn’t even show any interest in her despite the ring he put on her finger. What gives? Why won’t she

just leave him already?

Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I aimlessly kick a small rock ahead of me. Its journey,

haphazard and unpredictable, mirrors the state of my own emotions.

“She wanted me,” I find myself mumbling aloud, holding onto the raw intensity of our almost-kiss.

My wolf stirs within, a familiar presence anchoring my thoughts. “She did,” he rumbles in agreement.

“But she held back. If you’d just be patient and let her come to you, she’d see the depth of our love”

“I did let her come to me,” I reply. “She’s the one who called me tonight. But at the end of it, she still

can’t stop thinking about that pr ick.”

My wolf growls in annoyance. “Give her time.”

The anger is right there, bubbling at the surface. “Time? And for what? For Adam?” I snap, frustration

bleeding into every word. “Who leaves their fiancée high and dry like that? Especially when she clearly

in so

me back momentarily, but my

grounds me again. “She’s changed. She’s not the young girl we once

intricate, more nuanced. You have

her tonight?” I spit. “The lengths she went

as a growl. I

them out loud, unable to contain my

a soft chuckle punctuating my thoughts. “She resisted you. That

something.”

can’t help the growl that rises in my throat, frustration

every dam n second.”

calm in his rebuttal, his wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting

You can’t simply push and

drawing in a deep breath, letting the cold air

what my wolf says.

right,” I murmur, the weight of realization pressing

her the change. Be genuine. Earn her trust,” my wolf advises, his tone firm. “A

assert and when to

lost in thought. The journey back to my apartment is nearing its end, and I’m

to face the solitude of my own space. But I can’t wander the streets

of Abby, of what I

agreement, its presence a constant reminder that this fight, this

from over.

…

against the hardwood floors of

the gentle flicker of a solitary candle

contemplation, my fingers mindlessly caressing the leather armrest of my chair. It’s an

brooding sessions—much like the thoughts

my mind.

The very mention of his name leaves a sour taste in

But tonight, it’s not just Abby or Adam that burdens my

table beside me, momentarily

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer, I keep my voice

“What’s up, Gianna?”

hesitation evident in

know.”

I urge, straightening

around your foster brother’s residence.

coma,”

harder than I’d like to

My grip tightens unconsciously around the