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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nervously with the edge of my apron. “I just hope it doesn’t affect

how easily

you also know that people

food is, all thanks to Anton. You’re

says it, the sincerity in his eyes, washes over me. I want to believe him.

need to believe him.

hope you’re right,

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

by the way. It means a lot to

the edge off his usually stern gaze. “I’ll do whatever

Abby. You know

can feel the warmth spread across

back a rush of

and we’re married again, standing in our old kitchen.

Alpha duties, back before the black hair

arguments.

were simple. Back when things

it, Karl,” I manage to say, clearing

Karl smirks. “Anything.”