Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“I feel a little bit like a failure,” he suddenly blurts out. “Like what my pack is

saying about me… that I’m a bad Alpha… might be true.”

My eyes widen. “Karl! Don’t—”

“Abby,” he says, tilting his head back to look up at the sky, “I came here—to this

city—for you. To win you back. No other reason. And I practically abandoned my

pack. I’ve been dealing with everything over the phone, over email.”

His words make my heart sink. I guess I knew that it was true, but hearing it out

loud like this kind of hurts, I’ll admit, and not in the way I would have thought.

I feel a little guilty—guilty for stringing him along like this, guilty for keeping him

here for so long, guilty for allowing him to shirk his responsibilities and lose

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approval as Alpha, all so I could keep him on a leash in case I ever decided to

get back together with him.

And what really sucks is that even now, even as he’s telling me this, I’m still not

if I want to

he’s done for me, and it must hurt him more than

fall into silence, each lost in our thoughts, the wine bottle

fingers.

lips, remembering the

But the gravity of what

isn’t the time for

subject, at least

The words

with a sense of loss I never expected

plan,” he confirms. “Unless

joining me back

laugh, even as my heart

and

me, a soft smile lifting the corners of

chef bow out, can

words lighten the mood, but the

with unspoken emotions. We both take another sip

as if the liquid courage could make

of how to frame the words that are clawing

my throat, “even if I lose tomorrow, I’ll still be

me to be, that

moment, the world around