Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 263

Abby

I wake up early the next morning, my body feeling surprisingly refreshed despite the events of the past few days. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through the curtains, and I can hear the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window.

With a yawn, I stretch my limbs, feeling the tension in my muscles from the ordeal slowly dissipate.

Tomorrow is Saturday, the day of the holiday party. My dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door along with the mask, and I roll over, looking up at the way the fabric gleams in the golden rays of the morning sun.

But then, my thoughts from last night start to float back. I want to get back into training again, and I’m feeling better now.

So why not get started today?

Deciding to make the most of this peaceful morning, I decide to head over to the home gym in the mansion. It’s been a while since I’ve worked out, and I’m itching to move my body. So, after quickly brushing my teeth and pulling my hair back into a sleek ponytail, I grab the leggings I’ve packed. I furrow my brow as I see that I’ve only packed an oversized t-shirt, which isn’t the most ideal workout top, but it’s all I have.

Once I’m dressed, I make my way over to the gym. The tall double glass doors let the sunshine seep through into the hallway, and as soon as I swing them open, the smell of leather and metal hits my senses and sends a rush of nostalgia through my body.

As I step inside, memories flood back.

Karl and I used to work out in here together all of the time; in fact, up until the distance started growing between us, working out together was part of our daily routine. Karl would always lift heavy weights while I would opt for things like yoga and calisthenics, and we’d finish with a hot, sweaty run on the treadmills…

Followed by other hot, sweaty activities right on the mats.

I can’t help but blush as I let the door swing shut behind me, remembering everything that went on here back before the divorce.

It doesn’t help any that the room hasn’t changed much since I was last here, either. The state-of-the-art equipment still gleams, and the walls are lined with mirrors.

Sighing softly to myself, I grab a yoga mat from the rack and unroll it on the floor, ready to start with some gentle stretches before moving on to some light cardio and weights just to get my body used to the feeling again.

As I begin to stretch, I hear the door open, and I look up to see Karl walking in.

My heart skips a beat as I take in his appearance. He’s shirtless, his muscles defined in the golden rays of the sun coming through the enormous windows. His dark hair is tousled, and there’s a determined look in his eyes.

I quickly avert my gaze, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Morning,” I greet him, trying to sound casual. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Karl chuckles, a deep, husky sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I could say the same about you, Abby. What made you decide to work out today? Shouldn’t you be recovering?”

I clear my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “Well, after what happened, I realized that I’ve gotten out of shape. My wolf has been dormant for years, I haven’t had proper training, and I spend most of my time running my restaurant. I want to be better prepared to protect myself. And… I’m feeling better today, so I figured some exercise wouldn’t hurt.”

Karl smirks and approaches me, his presence dominating the room. “That’s a good decision, Abby. But remember to take it easy today. We don’t want you hurting yourself, now do we?”

I blush again at the sound of his husky voice and I begin my stretching routine. But it’s hard to focus when Karl is nearby, his sculpted body moving with grace as he starts his own workout. I steal glances at him when I think he won’t notice, and I can’t help but feel a surge of attraction.

As I make my way over to the weights, I steal another glance at Karl’s form. He’s lifting heavy weights, his muscles flexing with each repetition. He grunts a bit, and sweat glistens on his skin. My heart races, and I feel a familiar warmth spreading through me.

“Hey,” he says, smirking as he places down the weights for one last rep of deadlifts. “Quit staring.”

“I’m not staring.” I blush, turning away. “It’s just a coincidence.”

“Mhm,” he teases. “Sure.”

I swallow and pick up some light weights, trying to concentrate on my own workout, but my eyes keep drifting back to Karl. He’s like a magnetic force, drawing me in. I know I should focus on my training, but it’s hard when he’s right there, looking so incredibly attractive.

Karl notices me struggling with my form and approaches me, his brow furrowed. “Hey, that’s not how you do bicep curls,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re using too much of your shoulders.”

Before I can answer, he comes up behind me, his body dangerously close to mine. His hands gently guide me, his touch sending a shiver down my spine as they run over my limbs.

“You’re a bit rusty, Abby,” he says, his voice low and intimate.

I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” I admit, feeling a bit flustered. “I’ve grown flabby, too.”

Karl gives me a stern look and steps closer, his hands resting on my waist. He makes me face the mirror beside us, and I meet my own gaze. “Abby,” he says softly, pulling my shirt taut to reveal my waist, “you have a beautiful, curvy body with long legs and a slender waist. You’re not flabby at all. Look.”

I blush furiously at his words and quickly step away, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. “Thanks, Karl,” I mumble, not sure how to respond to his compliment.

He narrows his eyes, leveling me with a stern gaze. “Don’t call yourself flabby. Understood?”

I bite my lip, torn between embarrassment and gratitude. “Alright,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

But as I continue my workout, I can’t help but think about what Karl said. Maybe he’s right, and I've been too hard on myself.

And yet, there’s another thought that lingers in my mind. It’s not just about being fit; it’s about being able to protect myself, especially after what happened.

I finally gather the courage to speak up. “Karl, I appreciate your help, but there’s something I’ve always wanted to get better at—physical fighting. I’ve never been the best, and I think it’s time to change that.”

Karl finishes his set of weights and turns to me, his expression thoughtful. “I can train you in fighting if you’d like,” he offers. “But you’ll need to stay here for longer if that’s the case. You’d be better off doing a few weeks of training all at once rather than spreading it out.”

I hesitate, thinking about my life back in the city, my restaurant, and my friends. “But I might need to go back home soon,” I admit. “Maybe I can just take a class in the city.”

Karl’s face falls for a moment, but he quickly masks his emotions. “Of course,” he says, his tone neutral. “A class in the city would be good, too.”

As we both continue our workouts, I can’t help but steal glances at Karl. He looks so handsome, so confident and alluring, and I can’t stop remembering how much I used to love living here, how much I’ve missed out on since I left.

But now, I also love my life in the city.

I’m torn between two worlds, and I can’t help but wonder how, or if, they can ever coexist.