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 much

back momentarily, but my wolf’s

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

more intricate, more nuanced. You have to

see her tonight?” I spit. “The lengths she went to for him?

a growl. I don’t keep them

but say them out loud, unable to

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

something.”

in my throat, frustration evident. “She wants me. It’s palpable. I

every dam n second.”

clear. “Wanting and acting on it are worlds

You can’t simply

letting the cold air fill my lungs. It’s hard to

what my wolf says.

I murmur,

change. Be genuine. Earn her trust,” my wolf advises, his tone

to assert and when to

thought. The journey back to my apartment is

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

Abby, of what I need to do.

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

from over.

…

shadows stretch long against the hardwood

flicker of a solitary candle on

the

weathered from time and countless brooding sessions—much like

my mind.

very mention of his name leaves a sour taste in

it’s not just Abby or Adam

to life on the table

secretary. Swiping to answer, I keep my voice

“What’s up, Gianna?”

a hint of hesitation evident in the tone of her voice, “there’s something you

know.”

on,” I

your foster brother’s residence. There’s talk that he might be waking

coma,” she

hits me harder than I’d like to admit. My foster brother’s reawakening

of our pack. My grip tightens unconsciously around