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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edge of my apron. “I just hope it

know how easily

nods, his gaze still intently on me. “But you also know

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

his eyes, washes over me. I want to believe

need to believe him.

right, Karl. I really

pause, my eyes lingering on him. “And, um,

way. It means a

the edge off

happy, Abby.

across

brings back a rush of

it’s just the two of us, and we’re married again, standing in our

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

arguments.

were simple. Back when things were

say, clearing

Karl smirks. “Anything.”