Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 62: Too Much To Ask
The door to Abby’s office swings shut behind me, and my mind races as I walk back into the kitchen.

First, she asks me to make nice with Chloe, and now this? Apprenticing under John, of all people? A

guy I can’t even stand to be in the same room with?

“Karl, grab the veal from the fridge. Now.” John’s voice snaps me back to reality, jarring and grating as

ever.

I grab the veal and set it on the counter, taking a moment to steel myself. I’m doing this for Abby, I

remind myself. As if sensing my inner turmoil, Abby glances over at me from across the kitchen.

Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s enough. I nod subtly. I can do this.

The dinner rush starts, and the kitchen turns into a whirlwind of flying knives and sizzling pans. John

wastes no time in laying into me.

“Come on, Karl, chop those onions faster! We don’t have all day!”

My knuckles whiten around the knife handle, but I force a smile. “Sure, John, whatever you say.”

Dinner service rushes on like a torrential river, and I’m just trying to keep my head above water. Each

critique from John feels like another weight pulling me down, but I keep reminding myself why I’m here,

who I’m here for.

The clock ticks past nine, and the last orders are finally up. John looks at me, a satisfied smirk

spreading across his face. “Not a complete disaster, I suppose.”

My jaw clenches, my fists curl, but I refuse to let the torrent out. Abby’s eyes catch mine again, her

gaze searching. I look away. I can’t let her see how much this is getting to me.

And that’s when it happens. One small, insignificant straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back.

“Karl, you idiot! These steaks are overcooked! Do you even know what medium-rare looks like?” John

spits the words out, his

snaps. All the pent-up frustration, the hours

comes rushing to the surface

That’s it.

shaking with barely contained fury. I shoot one last look toward

that she’s gone. Where her beautiful face would

now met

throw my apron down onto the

I growl, more to myself than anyone else, and storm out of

door into the alley, my chest heaving.

it, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs

fill the gaping

the brick wall, my mind reeling. What the hell am

for her. For Abby. Because

all, I want her back in my

another drag, exhaling slowly as I stare up at the sliver of night sky visible between the

reminder of how confined I feel, boxed in by my

to tell John to shove it, to

it galls me to admit

right, to prove that I’m not

against the cold, unforgiving wall of the alley,

me. A deep growl resonates from within, not from

shares my consciousness.

breath, trying to soothe

an a ss, Karl,” my wolf’s voice echoes in my

You just have to push

I know,” I reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within

prove I can be part of her world. But I f

It’ll just be for a while

ask. “It feels

question I’ve been asking myself ever since I walked out of

neck out, be the bigger man and tolerate John for Abby’s sake. But where does it

Abby sees that I’m trying, really trying, to

will see,” my wolf reassures me, as if reading my thoughts.

her needs

in, worming its way into my mind despite my

old mistakes? What if I’m forever

who broke her heart?