Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Abby? What’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at the studio?” I ask, blinking in

confusion. Did I sleep through the whole day or something? Did I miss the cookoff?

She pushes past me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like a worried

mother as she makes her way into my apartment. “Karl, you’re not sick, are

you? Please, for the love of god, tell me you’re not sick.”

I close the door behind her, my brows knitting in confusion. “Sick? No, I’m just a

bit hungover, but other than that, I’m fine. Why? What are you doing here?”

“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Abby presses, leaning in, her eyes still wide but

now tinged with a sliver of hope.

Enter title…

I throw my hands up in the air. “Would I lie about that? No, I’m not sick, just

hungover, Abby. Now will you tell me why you’re here looking like the world’s

about to end when you’re supposed to be heading to the competition?”

She sighs, the tension leaving her shoulders, but only for a second. “Karl, both

John and Anton have food poisoning. They can’t even stand, let alone be my

for the

eyes wide with shock. “Food poisoning? From

we had at the

her voice tinged with a mix of worry and

did you?”

shake my head. I don’t like

“Can you believe it? Of all the days for

happen!”

my reflection in the mirror hanging

at all like the Alpha I’m supposed to be.

I find myself asking, my gaze sliding back

looks me dead in the eyes, her gaze piercing. “I need a sous

of who might be able to help me

be my

A

Abby

eyes go wide as I drop my

be my sous chef today?” I ask, the question hanging

air.

moment of silence, filled only by

chest, before Karl finally

not. I’m

once, I feel like I’m about to scream and cry and

option. I can’t show up to the competition

and I can’t pull out of

ask, my