Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The restaurant door clicks shut behind Karl, sealing off the outside world and its nosy journalists. Karl

brushes off his hands as if he’s just dealt with a minor annoyance, but his eyes meet mine, full of concern.

“You okay, Abby?” he asks, walking over to where I’m standing.

“I’m fine,” I say, even though my pulse is still racing. “Just a little shaken up. I didn’t expect that.”

Karl sighs and leans against the counter. “Welcome to the future, Abby. The more successful you become,

the more people will come after you, trying to crush your spirit and ruin your reputation.”

His words, although harsh, are true. I should have expected that something like this would happen if I

hired a homeless person. Not everyone is as understanding as the people who work in my restaurant, I

guess.

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admit, playing nervously with the edge of my apron. “I just hope

know how easily

on me. “But you also know that people are already

to Anton. You’re just getting started, Abby. You’re

says it, the sincerity in his eyes, washes

need to believe him.

hope you’re right,

a slight smile. I pause, my eyes lingering on him.

way. It means

take the edge

you happy, Abby. You know

spread across my face. Karl saying that, in that tone,

mine, brings back a rush of memories

we’re married

Alpha duties, back before the black hair and the modest clothing and

arguments.

when things were simple. Back when

it, Karl,” I manage to say, clearing my throat. “But promise

Karl smirks. “Anything.”