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

okay?”

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

hide. Seeing him makes me want to cry,

once.

and yet somehow it feels like an eternity. Even

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

by my demands and takes another step forward, his eyes wide

if

Abby, I just wanted

wanted to talk?” I scoff, my voice failing to hide the unmistakable waver in it. “You lost

did what you did with Adam.

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

us, backing me up against the wall. I feel

me, pulling me into the warmth of

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

kitchen. But I can’t.

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

stir, her senses heightening at his touch,

me

you still belong,” I say,

my way of trying to put some semblance of distance between

works. “Not after what

know,” he concedes, his arms loosening around me but not entirely breaking

Abby. But I

can’t believe Karl’s audacity, standing here like he still has a right to be a part of

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

seems to pace restlessly inside of me, equally

right now than at

ashamed of yourself,” I finally snap, glaring at

they would

the man I

Abby,” he says,

Karl,” I hiss. “What matters is

hands to bribe him into leaving behind my back. Do you

even does something like

his face turning a shade that stands in stark contrast to

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

me back to a past life, a