Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 95: A Helping Hand

Abby

“Need a hand?”

Just as I’m about to toss the greasy pan into the soapy water to soak overnight and call it a night, I hear

the all-too-familiar voice call out from behind me, and everything seems to stop. It’s all I can do to stiffly

turn around, my eyes widening and my heart pounding.

There he is, standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his hair slightly tousled. I should be

excited to see him, but I’m not.

The nerve of him, showing up like this, after everything.

“Karl?”

“Hey, Abby.” A soft smile graces his lips, but instead of charming me like it used to, it just fills me with

rage.

“Karl, what the hell are you doing here?” My voice comes out so low that it’s hardly more than a growl.

He pauses, as though searching for the right words. Finally, when he speaks, it somehow fills me with

even more rage than before. “I miss you, Abby. Let’s work this out.”

“Work this out?” I think to myself. The thought of it almost makes me laugh, but at the same time, I

can’t hold in my rage anymore. In a knee-jerk reaction, I rip off my apron and hurl it at him, although I

would really prefer to hurl the frying pan instead.

“Get out, Karl!” I spit the words out like venom, my voice laden with a mixture of anger, surprise, and a

hint of betrayal. “You have no right to be here! I’m not working anything out with you!”

Karl, calm and collected as ever, dodges the flying apron. His eyes never leave mine, and his

expression remains surprisingly level and open. He steps forward, cautiously, as if approaching a

wounded animal.

he begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I can’t

okay?”

voice booms across the kitchen, but there’s a wavering sense

can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want to cry,

once.

since I last saw him, and yet somehow it feels like an

another, I can feel my wolf stirring

takes another step forward, his eyes wide

if I didn’t

I just wanted to

scoff, my voice failing to hide the unmistakable waver in it.

when you did what you

steps closer. In fact, he does more

between us, backing me up against the wall. I feel myself stiffen

pulling me into the warmth of

tell him to get the hell out of

kitchen. But I can’t.

as I hate to admit it, his arms around me feel like a missing piece snapping back into place.

senses heightening at his

accumulating inside me starts to lift, ever

you still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the strength

of trying to put

sure if it works. “Not

concedes, his arms loosening around me but not entirely

I did, Abby. But I had

standing here like he still has a right

emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a haunting

of me, equally agitated

suspicion that she’s more agitated at me right now than at him, as angry

be ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him with unrestrained fury. “You

rare ingredients, knowing fully well what they

manipulated the man I loved into

Abby,” he

Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is that you decided to

leaving behind my back. Do you have any

does something like

shade that stands in stark contrast to his usually warm

is warm, and