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

so much

the distance snaps me back momentarily, but my wolf’s

changed. She’s not the young girl

more

you see her tonight?” I spit.

a growl. I don’t keep them in

out loud, unable to contain my

chuckle punctuating my thoughts. “She resisted

something.”

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

every dam n second.”

calm in his rebuttal, his wisdom clear. “Wanting

cautious now. You can’t simply push and

halt, drawing in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs. It’s hard to admit, but there’s

what my wolf says.

murmur,

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

and when

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

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

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

presence a constant reminder

from over.

…

hardwood floors of

the gentle flicker of a solitary candle on

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

brooding sessions—much like the thoughts

my mind.

of his name leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Every time I think of

But tonight, it’s not just

life on the table beside me,

secretary. Swiping to answer, I

“What’s up, Gianna?”

evident in the

know.”

on,” I urge, straightening

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

his coma,”

to

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