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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my apron.

easily

you also

Anton. You’re just

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

need to believe him.

you’re right, Karl.

me a slight smile. I pause, my eyes

Anton earlier, by the way. It means a lot to

take the edge off his usually stern

you happy, Abby.

flush; I can feel the warmth spread across my face. Karl saying that, in

mine, brings back a rush of

we’re married again, standing in our

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

arguments.

were simple. Back

say, clearing my

Karl smirks. “Anything.”