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.

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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 cook-off

her, my eyes wide

that seafood dish we had at

tinged with a mix of worry and annoyance. “You didn’t

did you?”

I don’t like seafood very

all the

happen!”

then glance over at my reflection in the

disheveled mess, not at all like the Alpha

do, Abby?” I find myself asking, my

in the eyes, her gaze piercing. “I

think of who might be

you be my sous

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Abby

wide as I drop my bomb on

my sous chef today?” I

air.

filled only by the sound of my heart

of my chest, before

not.

drops. All at once, I feel like I’m about to scream and cry and throw

viable option. I can’t

can’t pull

Why?” I ask, my