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

distance snaps me back momentarily,

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

intricate, more

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

out more as a growl. I don’t keep them in my head like

them out loud, unable to

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

something.”

throat, frustration evident. “She wants

every dam n second.”

his rebuttal, his wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting

She’s cautious now. You can’t simply push

cold air fill my lungs. It’s hard to admit, but there’s

what my wolf says.

I murmur, the weight of realization pressing

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

assert and when to

The journey back to my apartment

the solitude of my own space.

thinking of Abby, of what I need to do. Tomorrow, I’ll

wolf rumbles in agreement, its presence a constant reminder that this fight,

from over.

…

hardwood

of a

my fingers mindlessly caressing the

from time and countless brooding sessions—much like the

my mind.

sour taste in my mouth. Every time I think of

down, I’m tempted to intervene. But tonight, it’s not just Abby

buzzes to life on the table

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

“What’s up, Gianna?”

hesitation evident in the tone

know.”

I

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

his coma,” she

me harder than I’d like to

dynamics of our pack. My grip tightens unconsciously around the phone. “Do we know