Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0126
“Thanks, Elsie,” I say softly. “It’s good to be back.”

With that, I make my way back into the house, each step carrying a different weight, a different

emotion. As I reach the top of the staircase, I hear Karl’s voice drifting from the living room, and my

heart does a strange little leap. Maybe Elsie’s smirk held more truth than I’d like to admit.

Just then, I hear the familiar ping of my phone and my thoughts snap back to the present. Reluctantly, I

pull it from my pocket and see a message from Ethan. He’s asking a question about inventory, and I

know that I should let it wait until I get home. But before I know it, I’m typing out a reply, unable to resist

the urge to be a boss for five minutes.

I’m halfway through responding when the sound of footsteps approaches behind me. “Ahem.”

Startled, I whip around to see Karl standing on the step below me. He has a knowing look on his face,

and a sparkle in his eye.

He moves closer, and for a split second, I’m transported back to a time when this was an everyday

occurrence.

“You’re not working, are you?” he asks, gesturing to the phone in my hand. “You’re supposed to be

enjoying the weekend off.”

I avert

from me. “Abby, Ethan and the restaurant

you for a couple of days. Just try

at him, partly exasperated but mostly grateful. He always had

okay. No more work. I

smile brightens his face, and it’s a smile I’ve missed more than I

and now I’m

cafe you used

…

since I was

coffee fills the air, mingled with

to remember us, shooting a discreet, knowing

for him and a hazelnut

our way to the nearby park where

me, pretending

before he started spending too much time as an Alpha, and leaving little

remember it,” I say, taking a sip of my latte as we walk along

smiles. “Some things

do. Like us. Like me. And yet, the more we walk, the more the lines blur. The trees

and majestic, the air is fresh, and the world around us feels like it’s stuck in a time

of our

now, but I

glance sideways to see a couple pointing discreetly at us. A young

she greets, her gaze

catches me off guard. It’s been ages since