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.

please,” he begins, his voice tinged with an emotion I can’t

okay?”

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

Seeing him makes me want

once.

saw him, and yet somehow it feels like an eternity. Even

one another, I can feel

seems unperturbed by my demands and takes another step forward,

look like sincerity if I didn’t

I just wanted to

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

did what you did with

my icy reception, Karl steps closer. In fact, he does more than that. In a few long

against the wall. I feel myself stiffen as his

me into the warmth

him to get the hell out of my life,

kitchen. But I can’t.

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

inside me stir, her senses heightening at his touch, her anxiety ebbing away.

accumulating inside me starts to lift, ever so

like you still belong,” I say, finally mustering

way of trying to put

it works. “Not after what you did

his arms loosening around me but not entirely

did, Abby. But I had

here like he still has a right

anger,

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

at me right now

snap, glaring

knowing fully well what they would mean for us—what it would

the man

Abby,” he says, “He

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

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

even does something

a shade that stands in

hands in his. His skin is warm, and for

back to a past life, a