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.

with an emotion I can’t quite place.

okay?”

across the kitchen,

that I can’t quite hide. Seeing him makes me want

once.

last saw him, and yet somehow it feels like

another, I can feel my wolf stirring ever so

by my demands and takes another step forward,

if I didn’t

Abby, I just wanted

scoff, my voice failing to hide the

when you did what you did with

reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he

distance between us, backing me up against the wall. I feel myself stiffen as his

me into the warmth of

and tell him

kitchen. But I can’t.

hate to admit it, his arms around me feel like a missing piece snapping back into place.

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

me starts to lift, ever

can’t just walk in here like you still belong,” I

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

works. “Not after what you did to

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

what I did, Abby. But I

standing here like he still has a right to

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

almost seems to pace restlessly inside of

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

ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at him with unrestrained fury. “You

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

the man I loved into leaving

Abby,” he

I hiss. “What

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

even does something

turning a shade that stands in stark contrast to his usually warm

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

to a past