Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 205

Karl

As I watch Abby disappear into the crowd, the lingering echoes of the music from our dance still resonate in my mind. It’s a strange mix of emotions that washes over me—happiness from the dance, a sense of loss as she leaves, and a tinge of uncertainty about what will happen after tonight.

But before I can fully process my thoughts, I’m suddenly interrupted by Daniel, the Alpha who had questioned me earlier about Abby and Shana. He approaches with a confident smile, and I brace myself for the conversation that’s about to happen.

“Karl,” he begins, “I couldn’t help but notice that Shana left. What happened?”

I take a moment to choose my words carefully. The last thing I need is more rumors spreading about me.

“Nothing much to it,” I say casually. “Shana and I had a conversation. We realized that our feelings weren’t as deep as we thought, and we decided it was best to part ways. It was a mutual decision.”

Daniel nods approvingly, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “I see. Well, it’s better to end things amicably than drag them out. And I must say, Abby looked absolutely stunning tonight. I saw you two on the dance floor. You two make a great pair.”

A genuine smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Abby did look amazing tonight. Dancing with her was the highlight of the night, the week, hell—even the month. “Thanks, Daniel.”

Daniel pats me on the back. “Rooting for you, Karl. Always.”

I nod and watch as he walks away, leaving me lost in thought once again. Ethan and Gianna then catch my eye, and I realize that they’re both looking at me expectantly. Even though I think I’d rather lose a limb than talk with Gianna right now, I know I should head back for the sake of appearances.

As I take my seat, Ethan looks at me with curiosity. “Where’s Abby?” he asks.

“She had to go back to the kitchen,” I explain, my voice tinged with disappointment. “There was a rush of orders, and she’s needed there.”

Ethan sighs. “Ah. I wish we could have caught up more. It’s been so long since we hung out.”

“I know. But she was glad to see you, really.” For a moment, I glance at Gianna, but her face is an inscrutable mask. I can practically feel her seething, though.

Ethan nods, a smile playing on his lips. “Well, it looks like you and Abby are on good terms again.”

“You could say that,” I reply vaguely, not wanting to get too into detail just in case.

As I’m speaking, Gianna, who has been quiet all night, scoffs under her breath. It’s not lost on me, and my patience with her is wearing thin.

“Problem, Gianna?” I ask, my tone annoyed.

Gianna raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I don’t have a problem, Karl.”

I know she’s full of shit. She’s been scowling all night, and for good reason; did she really think she could just waltz in here with my brother after everything she did and get away with it?

“You know,” I start, my tone dropping. “Don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten—”

Before I can finish, Ethan interjects. “Let’s keep things amicable,” he says, holding up his hand. “Karl, I’m aware of the situation. But, please, let’s just enjoy the night. We can talk later.”

I take a deep breath, realizing once again that it’s not the time or the place. I don’t know what Ethan has heard, but I assume it’s a bunch of lies from Gianna; but it’s no matter. I’ll straighten him out after the party.

“You’re right, brother,” I say, forcing a wry smile. “We’ll talk later.”

Ethan places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Thanks, Karl. I appreciate it. Let’s just enjoy the party for now.”

While Ethan speaks, Gianna’s eyes flicker to me, and they’re full of malice. I’m sure that she’s up to something, but for my brother’s sake, I won’t start a fight. Not now, at least. Soon, but not now.

I just wish that I still had Abby beside me, grounding me.

As the night continues, I can’t help but think about her. She looked so stunning under the party lights, her white dress fitting her perfectly, her golden hair cascading in gentle waves down her back.

Ethan continues to chat with me, but my mind feels distant. Finally, I have to excuse myself from the table to slip away to the bathroom. I need a moment to breathe, to think clearly without my brother’s conversation or Gianna’s cold gaze.

Leaning against the cool marble countertop, I close my eyes, allowing a few precious moments of silence to wash over me. But I’m not alone for long; my wolf’s presence strengthens, and I can feel him in the back of my mind.

“Go to her now,” he says, sounding frustrated. “Confess your feelings. Tell her you want to get back together. Tonight.”

I shake my head slightly, even though there’s no one in the restroom to see my silent conversation with my wolf. “Now is not the right time, and you know that,” I reply inwardly. “She’s busy catering the Alpha gathering. She’s worked so hard for this night, and she deserves to focus on her career.”

My wolf growls low in his throat, his impatience evident. “You’re such a coward, Karl. You keep making excuses instead of going after what you want. You love her, and she loves you. What are you waiting for?”

I consider his words for a moment. Maybe my wolf is right. After tonight, it feels like we could take things to the next level. But the thought of disrupting Abby’s work, especially on a night as important as this, gnaws at me.

But he’s right; it’s either now or never.

And I need to see her again, if only for a moment.

As I exit the restroom and make my way down the hallway toward the kitchen, the swinging door opens, and I catch a glimpse of Abby. She’s in her element, cooking and talking with her staff, her laughter filling the air. She looks even more beautiful and vibrant in her chef’s uniform.

My wolf’s voice echoes in my head, taunting me. “Do it, Karl,” he hisses. “She’s right there. What are you waiting for?”

But I hesitate, my gaze fixed on Abby as she works tirelessly. I shake my head, taking a step back. I can’t bring myself to distract her now, not when she’s poured so much effort into this night. She deserves the chance to focus on her career without any interruptions.

“Coward,” my wolf mutters once more, his voice laced with disappointment.

I clench my jaw and turn away, heading toward the bar instead. Maybe a drink will help clear my thoughts and silence the persistent voice in my head.

Chloe gives me a scowl as she prepares my drink. Her disapproval is evident, and as always, she doesn’t hesitate to voice her concerns.

“I saw you with another woman tonight, right before you danced with Abby,” Chloe says, her tone sharp. “You had better not hurt her, Karl.”

I raise an eyebrow, as I take my drink from her. “Chloe, you’ve got it all wrong,” I reply, my voice steady. “I have no intention of hurting Abby. I thought you knew that by now.”

Chloe narrows her eyes at me, unrelenting. “Yeah, well, I’m still onto you, Karl. Abby is a busy, professional woman who doesn’t need a playboy holding her back.”

I look at Chloe for a moment, considering her words. I know that she cares deeply for Abby, and her protectiveness is evident. I can’t fault her for that; if I were in her position, I’d do the same. Hell, I’ve got to absurd lengths to ‘protect’ Abby.

With a sigh, I decide it’s best to not argue about it tonight.

“Chloe,” I say, raising my glass in a silent toast, “thanks for your insight.”

Chloe watches me for a moment longer before finally giving a curt nod. She doesn’t say anything else, and instead turns to help another guest.

With that, I turn away from the bar, taking a sip of my drink as I rejoin my brother and his hellish date.