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

snaps me back momentarily, but my wolf’s voice, deeper

not the young girl we once knew.

more intricate, more nuanced.

“Did you see her tonight?” I spit. “The lengths she went to for him? The

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

should, but say them out loud, unable

punctuating

something.”

help the growl 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 apart.

heart. She’s cautious now. You can’t simply push and expect

air fill my lungs.

what my wolf says.

be right,” I murmur,

change. Be genuine. Earn her trust,” my wolf advises,

to assert and when to

back to my apartment is nearing its end, and

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

what I need to do. Tomorrow, I’ll

agreement, its presence a constant reminder

from over.

…

hardwood floors of my apartment, dancing in

a solitary candle

contemplation, my fingers mindlessly caressing the leather

time and countless brooding sessions—much like the thoughts whirling

my mind.

sour taste in my mouth. Every time I think of him

it’s not just Abby

phone buzzes to life on the table beside me,

ever-efficient secretary. Swiping to answer, I keep my

“What’s up, Gianna?”

starts, a hint of hesitation evident in the tone of her voice, “there’s

know.”

on,” I

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

his coma,” she

I’d like to

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