Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The knock on the door interrupts my pity party, and for a split second, I debate

whether or not to even answer it.

But before I can make up my mind, the door creaks open and I catch the sight in

the vanity mirror—Karl, his blue surgical mask lowered, his brown eyes shining

and a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Karl?” My voice trembles. Seeing him makes my guard lower, and I can feel my

shoulders relax. “I saw you in the audience, and I—”

He steps further into the room, letting the door close softly behind him. “I bought

a ticket secretly. I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to surprise you,” he says,

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his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I feel a smile spreading across my lips. “Thank you. But…” I pause, taking in his

with the surgical

chuckles and tugs on the blue mask. “This? Don’t take it the wrong

me. I’m supposed to be an Alpha,

ex-wife’s city

one of our first discussions when he came to

the staff at the restaurant doesn’t know about our

there, Abby,” he says, taking another step

you said about the staff? It was really

words, the tenderness in his voice

emotions. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to

means a lot that you’re

to walk over, probably to hand

eyes, the streaked

floor, abandoned, and he’s in

by both arms, his eyes searching my

you crying?” Concern fills his eyes,

that was just there

moment, I consider sticking with my initial impulse to

how he’ll react if he

nothing,” I say, taking a step back. But the

and confusion, breaks down my

steps closer, the air between us thickening, charged with a mix of

doesn’t make you cry,