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

okay?”

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

Seeing him makes me want to cry, laugh, and

once.

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

room from one another, I can feel my wolf

takes another step

like sincerity if I

wanted to talk to

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

when you did what you did with Adam.

my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more

us, backing me up against the wall. I feel

me, pulling me into the warmth of his

and tell him to get the hell out of my life, my restaurant,

kitchen. But I can’t.

around me feel like

me stir, her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing

that’s been accumulating inside me starts to

walk in here like you still belong,” I

my way of trying to put some semblance of distance between us, both

not sure if it works. “Not after what you

loosening around me but not entirely breaking our

I did, Abby. But

here like he still has a right to be

of emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a haunting sense

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

suspicion that she’s more agitated at me right now

be ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap,

rare ingredients, knowing fully well what they would mean

the man I loved into leaving

he says,

about his orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What matters

bribe him into leaving behind my back. Do you have any idea

even does

that stands in stark contrast to

in his. His skin is warm, and for