Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 40

#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

back momentarily,

changed. She’s not the young girl we

now, more intricate, more nuanced. You

hold. “Did you see her tonight?” I spit. “The lengths she

that dress…” The words come out more as a growl.

say them out

chuckle punctuating

something.”

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

every dam n second.”

his wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting

You can’t simply

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

what my wolf says.

I murmur,

trust,” my

assert and when

thought. The journey back to my

the solitude of my own space.

of what I

agreement, its presence a constant reminder that this

from over.

…

against the hardwood floors of

gentle flicker of a solitary candle

caught in contemplation, my fingers mindlessly caressing the leather

and countless brooding sessions—much

my mind.

of his name leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

tonight, it’s not

buzzes to life on the table beside me,

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer, I keep

“What’s up, Gianna?”

starts, a hint of hesitation evident in

know.”

I urge,

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

coma,” she

I’d like to admit. My foster brother’s reawakening

grip tightens unconsciously around the phone. “Do we know

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