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.

an emotion I can’t quite place. “Just hear

okay?”

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

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

once.

saw him, and yet somehow it feels

room from one another, I can feel my wolf stirring ever so

demands and takes another step forward, his

like sincerity if

just wanted to

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

what you did with Adam. Leave.

closer. In fact, he does more than that. In a

the distance between us, backing me up against the

me into the warmth

scream and tell him to get the hell out

kitchen. But I can’t.

I hate to admit it, his arms around

senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing

tension that’s been accumulating inside me starts to lift,

you still belong,” I say, finally mustering up the strength to

put some semblance of distance between us, both physical

works. “Not after what

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

Abby. But

like he still has a right

emotions, wrestling with anger, confusion, and a haunting

inside of me, equally agitated and conflicted,

now than at him,

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

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

man

Abby,” he says,

don’t care about his orientation, Karl,” I hiss. “What

him into leaving behind my back.

even does

a shade that stands in stark

taking my hands in his. His skin is warm, and for a fleeting second, it’s like

me back to a past life,