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.

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

okay?”

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

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

once.

I last saw him, and yet somehow it feels

another, I can feel my wolf stirring ever so

my demands and takes another

sincerity if

wanted to talk

I scoff, my voice failing to

privileges when you did what you did with Adam. Leave.

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

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

me, pulling me into

him to

kitchen. But I can’t.

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

wolf inside me stir, her senses heightening at his touch,

been accumulating inside me starts to lift,

you can’t just walk in here like you still

way of trying to put some semblance of distance between

not sure if it works. “Not after what you did to

loosening around me but not entirely breaking our contact. “I

did, Abby. But I had

has a

of emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a

inside of me, equally agitated and conflicted, although

now than at him,

I finally snap,

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

You manipulated the man I loved into leaving

he

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

him into leaving behind my back. Do you have any

even does

shade that stands in

is warm,