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

the distance snaps me back momentarily, but

me again. “She’s changed. She’s not the young

now, more intricate, more nuanced. You have

see her tonight?” I spit.

as a growl. I don’t keep them in my

them out loud, unable to

muses, a soft chuckle punctuating my thoughts. “She resisted you. That

something.”

rises in my throat, frustration evident.

every dam n second.”

wolf is calm in his rebuttal, his wisdom clear. “Wanting

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

breath, letting the cold air fill

what my wolf says.

I murmur, the weight of realization pressing

trust,” my wolf advises, his tone

and when

The journey back to my apartment is nearing

of my own space. But I

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

rumbles in agreement, its presence a constant reminder that

from over.

…

stretch long against the hardwood floors of my apartment,

flicker of a solitary candle on the

my fingers mindlessly caressing the

and countless brooding sessions—much like the thoughts whirling

my mind.

The very mention of his name leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Every

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

the table beside me, momentarily breaking my

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer,

“What’s up, Gianna?”

a hint of hesitation evident in the tone of her

know.”

I urge, straightening

brother’s residence. There’s talk that

his coma,” she

like to admit. My foster brother’s reawakening would

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