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

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

She’s not the young girl we once

intricate, more nuanced. You have

spit. “The lengths she went

The words come out more as a growl. I don’t keep them

say them out loud, unable to

chuckle punctuating

something.”

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

every dam n second.”

wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting on it are worlds

cautious now. You can’t simply push

a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs.

what my wolf says.

right,” I murmur,

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

to assert and when

in thought. The journey back to my apartment

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

myself, thinking of Abby, of what I need to do. Tomorrow, I’ll find a way

its presence a

from over.

…

against the hardwood floors of my apartment,

of a solitary candle on the

in contemplation, my fingers mindlessly caressing the leather armrest of my

from time and countless brooding

my mind.

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

tonight, it’s not just Abby or Adam that burdens my

the table

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer, I

“What’s up, Gianna?”

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

know.”

on,” I urge, straightening

your foster brother’s residence. There’s

coma,”

hits me harder than I’d like to

of our pack. My grip tightens