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.

tinged with an emotion I can’t quite place. “Just hear me

okay?”

out!” My voice booms across the kitchen, but there’s

can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want

once.

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

the room from one another, I can feel my wolf stirring

unperturbed by my demands and takes another step forward, his eyes

like sincerity if I didn’t know

wanted

wanted to talk?” I scoff, my voice failing to hide the unmistakable waver in it.

privileges when you did what you

ignoring my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he

backing me up against the wall. I feel myself stiffen as

around me, pulling me into the warmth

I should scream and tell him to get the

kitchen. But I can’t.

as I hate to admit it, his arms around me feel like a missing

stir, her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing away.

that’s been accumulating inside me starts to lift, ever

you can’t just walk in here like you still belong,” I say,

my way of trying to put some semblance

it works. “Not after

arms loosening around me but not

But I had to see

audacity, standing here like he still has a right to be a part of

emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and

seems to pace restlessly inside of me, equally agitated and conflicted,

more agitated at me right now than

should be ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring

those rare ingredients, knowing fully well what they would mean for us—what it would mean

the man

Abby,” he

hiss. “What matters is that you decided to take it into

hands to bribe him into leaving behind my back. Do you have

does something

turning a shade that stands in stark contrast to his

His skin is warm, and for a fleeting