Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0153
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.

begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I can’t quite place. “Just hear me

okay?”

kitchen, but there’s a wavering sense

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

once.

last saw him, and yet somehow it feels like an

another, I can feel my wolf stirring ever

unperturbed by my demands and takes another step

sincerity if I didn’t know

Abby, I just wanted to talk

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

privileges when you did what you

Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more than that. In a few

us, backing me up against

around me, pulling me into the warmth of

should push him away. I should scream and tell him to get the hell out of my

kitchen. But I can’t.

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

me stir, her senses heightening at his touch,

me starts to lift, ever

still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the

my way of trying to put some semblance of distance

it works. “Not after what you

concedes, his arms loosening around me but not entirely

But

like he still has a right to be a part

tsunami of emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and

wolf almost seems to pace restlessly inside of me, equally agitated and

that she’s more agitated at me right now than at him,

ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him with unrestrained

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

You manipulated the man I loved

he

care about his orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is that you decided

behind my back. Do you have any

even does something like

a shade that stands in stark contrast to

closer, taking my hands in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting

to a