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

for me, and it must hurt him more than

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

fingers.

keep straying to his lips, remembering the

again. But the gravity of what he’s shared

the

wanting to change the subject, at least a little bit, “we won’t

Alpha party?” The words come out softer than I

with a sense of loss I never expected to

confirms. “Unless you plan on

and joining

laugh, even as my heart clenches at the thought.

pride and all

lifting the corners of his mouth. “Of

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words lighten the mood, but the space between

emotions.

if the liquid courage could

of how to frame the words that

if I lose tomorrow, I’ll still be

If you want me to be, that

and for a moment, the world around