Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 269

Karl

When we’re finished, I stand up in the snow, feeling the exhilaration of our secret rendezvous coursing through my veins.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath, and I reach out to help Abby to her feet. Her eyes meet mine, and we share a contented smile. There’s something about being out here in the wilderness, away from the constraints of the party, that feels liberating.

Or maybe it’s just the sensation of her body wrapped around mine that’s exhilarating.

I pull her close, my lips finding hers in a lingering kiss. She tastes sweet, her lips warm against mine. It’s a sensation that I’ve learned to not take for granted, because I don’t know when I’ll feel it again.

Somehow, though, after three years of being apart, making love to Abby still feels so familiar, so comforting. It feels as though hardly any time has passed; and especially now that her wolf has returned, our connection has only grown.

I remember back when we first met, her skills in bed showed nothing but inexperience. So did mine; I had had a couple of girlfriends before her, but none of it ever really meant anything. Abby was a virgin, but she learned quickly. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other—at least, not up until the dreaded panties incident. Thanks to Gianna and her scheming ways, everything was ruined.

But things are looking up for now. And I’ve got Abby back by my side. Maybe it’s not perfect, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not stopping until she’s mine again.

Finally, I’m the first one to break the silence. “Ready to head back to the party?” I ask, my voice a low murmur. I don’t want to leave, but I know that people will be looking for me back at the house.

It is my party, after all. I should be there, no matter how badly I want to stay here in the woods with her, and preferably with no clothes on.

She nods, her gaze dropping to her dress. “Oh, no,” she murmurs, running a hand through her hair. “My dress…”

My eyes follow hers. The dark fabric is wet around the hem, where the tuxedo jacket didn’t protect it from the snow. feel a pang of guilt for potentially ruining her dress, and I bend down to help brush the snow away.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter as I attempt to clean off her dress using the inside lining of my tuxedo jacket, which is soaking wet now as well. I guess I won’t be wearing my jacket for the remainder of the party, but I don’t mind. It was worth it.

But Abby just giggles, a sound that warms my heart like nothing else. “It’ll dry off soon enough,” she says, her smile radiant. “I’ll sneak upstairs and use my hairdryer if I need to.”

Her words make me laugh. It’s moments like these that remind me of what I’ve been missing all these years, what I want back so badly.

I can’t help but think to myself that I have to make her mine; I have to have her by my side always. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her that I’m serious about us, that I’ll never break her heart again.

But how do I show her that?

…

Abby and I are just walking back into the party, sneaking through the back entrance with our masks secured once more so as not to raise any suspicions, when Marcus approaches us. I recognize him easily, despite the mask. In the sea of masks, it’s not so easy to spot people; but up close, it’s easy as pie.

“Karl,” he says, sounding a bit urgent, “I need to tell you something.”

My heart sinks as I look at him, my face pale beneath my mask. “What is it?” I ask, my voice tense with anticipation.

Marcus gestures discreetly toward a corner of the room, and I follow his gaze. My eyes narrow as I spot two figures in elaborate masks, standing amidst the partygoers. It takes a moment for me to make out who they are, but then it becomes clear as day.

It’s Ethan and Gianna.

I feel a surge of anger and frustration. What are they doing here? I hadn’t invited them, and I certainly don’t want them at the party.

“I can kick them out,” Marcus says, his eyes flitting knowingly between me and Abby. “But you were gone, so I wanted to wait…”

Marcus’ offer is tempting, but I hesitate.

I can’t deny that this is a potentially explosive situation. Kicking them out could be worse than just letting them stay, no matter how good it would feel to boot them both out into the snow after everything that’s happened.

But instead, I take a deep breath and shake my head. “No, Marcus,” I say quietly. “Let them stay and enjoy the party.”

Marcus looks surprised but nods in understanding. He knows that there’s more to this than meets the eye, and he trusts my judgment.

As Marcus walks away, Abby turns to me, shooting me a quizzical expression behind her mask.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks, glancing over at Ethan and Gianna. “After what they’ve done?”

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. It’s not so much what Ethan has done, but rather what Gianna has done; Ethan is just a misguided, and perhaps even a little bit of an idiotic, fly caught in her web.

“It’s the easiest route to just let them stay,” I say quietly, following her gaze. “And besides, causing a scene and kicking them out would just ruin this party. And this party is for you, after all.”

I can see Abby blush a bit beneath her mask. “And for the election,” she says cautiously, as though trying to gauge my reaction.

Her words almost make me frown, although I manage to hide my disappointment.

I hate that it’s come across this way; that this party is just to make myself look good in the election. Yes, that’s part of it, but it’s mostly for her. I wanted to remind Abby what she was missing, remind her how important she is to me.

I wanted to remind her that if she comes home to me, where she belongs, then she’ll get to live the life she deserves.

But then again, at the same time… I can’t help but wonder if she even wants that. It seems as though this restaurant life of hers has her by the throat, and there’s no convincing her to leave.

I restrain myself from sighing and decide not to mention it. Not now, at least. Instead, I put my arm around Abby, pulling her close to me as we continue walking. I lean in to whisper in her ear.

“Just stay by my side tonight,” I murmur as I continue guiding her through the crowd of people. “That’s all I ask; don’t leave me.”

Abby's cheeks flush, and she nods, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. “I will,” she says softly, leaning in a little closer against my side. “Just for tonight.”

I smile beneath my mask, grateful for her understanding and support. The night is far from over, and I have a feeling that things are about to get complicated with Ethan and Gianna in the mix.

But for now, all I want is to enjoy this moment with Abby, to hold her close and feel the warmth of her presence.

Because who knows how long it’ll be before I lose it all again?