#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

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

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

more intricate, more nuanced.

spit. “The

more as a growl.

say them out loud, unable to contain my

muses, a soft chuckle punctuating my thoughts. “She

something.”

my throat, frustration evident.

every dam n second.”

his wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting on it are worlds

She’s cautious now. You can’t simply

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

what my wolf says.

right,” I murmur,

Earn her trust,” my wolf advises, his

and when to

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

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

what I need to do. Tomorrow,

its presence a constant reminder that this fight, this pursuit,

from over.

stretch long against the hardwood

the gentle flicker of a

fingers mindlessly caressing the leather armrest of my

from time and countless brooding sessions—much like

my mind.

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

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

table

secretary. Swiping to

“What’s up, Gianna?”

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

know.”

on,” I urge, straightening

foster brother’s residence. There’s talk that he might be

coma,” she

to admit. My

My grip tightens unconsciously around

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