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.

okay?”

My voice booms across the kitchen, but there’s a

I can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me

once.

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

another, I can feel my wolf stirring ever so

demands and takes another step forward, his

like sincerity if I

wanted to talk

scoff, my voice failing to

what you did with Adam.

reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does

me up against the wall. I feel myself

around me, pulling me into the warmth of his

I should scream and tell him

kitchen. But I can’t.

much as I hate to admit it, his arms around me feel

her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety

me starts to lift, ever

can’t just walk in here like you still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the strength

put some semblance of

I’m not sure if it works. “Not after what

know,” he concedes, his arms loosening around me but not entirely breaking

what I did, Abby. But

he still has a right to be a part of my

wrestling with anger, confusion, and a

restlessly inside of me, equally agitated and

more agitated at me right now than at him, as angry

yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him with

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

manipulated the man I

Abby,” he

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

leaving behind my back. Do you have any idea

does something

stands in stark contrast

closer, taking my hands in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting second, it’s like a time