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

distance snaps me back momentarily, but my

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

more nuanced. You have to

spit. “The lengths she went to

out more as a

out loud, unable to contain my

my wolf muses, a soft chuckle punctuating my thoughts.

something.”

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

every dam n second.”

clear. “Wanting and acting on

She’s cautious now. You can’t simply

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

what my wolf says.

murmur, the weight of realization

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

to assert and when to

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

solitude of my own space. But I

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

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

from over.

…

hardwood floors

a solitary candle on

mindlessly caressing the leather armrest

weathered from time and countless brooding

my mind.

a sour taste in my mouth. Every time I

it’s not just Abby or

to life on the table beside

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer, I

“What’s up, Gianna?”

she starts, a hint of hesitation evident in the tone of her voice,

know.”

on,” I urge, straightening

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

his coma,”

harder than I’d like to admit.

grip tightens