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

chefs for

her, my eyes wide with shock.

from that seafood dish we

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

did you?”

shake my head. I don’t like seafood very

Of all the

happen!”

glance over at my reflection in

like a disheveled mess, not at all like the Alpha

Abby?” I find myself asking, my

dead in the eyes, her gaze

the only one I can think of who might be able to help

be my sous chef

A

Abby

go wide as I

you be my sous chef today?” I

air.

a long moment of silence, filled only by the sound of my

chest, before

not. I’m sorry,

feel like I’m about to scream and

my last viable option. I can’t show up to the

can’t pull out of the

ask, my