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

my eyes wide with shock. “Food poisoning?

that seafood dish we

tinged with a mix of worry and annoyance.

did you?”

my head. I don’t like seafood very much, so I avoided

huffs. “Can you believe it? Of all the

happen!”

glance over at my reflection in the mirror hanging on my

like a disheveled mess, not at all like the Alpha I’m supposed to be.

I do, Abby?” I find myself

eyes, her gaze piercing. “I need a

can think of who might be able to help me out.

you be my sous

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Abby

go wide as I drop

you be my sous chef today?” I

air.

long moment of silence, filled only by the

chest, before Karl

not. I’m sorry,

feel like I’m about to scream and cry

viable option. I can’t show up to the competition without a

and I can’t pull out of

Why?” I ask,