Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 310

Abby

The tension between Karl and me still hangs thick in the air from our confrontation earlier, but the memories of the strange car that I saw take precedence right now.

If this has anything to do with the Alpha party or that couple that I saw at the masquerade, then our safety could potentially be at risk. And right now, it’s not as if I can tell Officer Martinez; she’s too far away to be able to help much, and it hasn’t been going on for long enough to warrant calling the police.

“Karl, I think we’re being watched.”

Both of Karl’s eyebrows raise in unison at my words. “Watched?” he says, sounding a bit incredulous, although his speech is still a little slurred from the alcohol. “What do you mean, watched? Like right now? What makes you say that?”

“No, not right now. But there’s been this car, Karl,” I start, glancing at his bandaged hand. “It's been parked outside, watching my window. It happened last night and tonight again. The moment I look out, it speeds off.”

Karl frowns, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. “A car? Are you sure?”

I nod, feeling the anxiety churn in my stomach. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s really freaking me out. And tonight, they had their headlights off. They sped off without ever turning them on.”

He leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting away as he ponders. “It might be nothing,” he says slowly, “but I’ll have my men keep watch, just in case. I can see why that might be concerning.”

“What if it has something to do with the Alpha gathering situation?” I ask. “Or maybe it’s connected to Gianna and Ethan, somehow?”

Karl pauses, thinking on my suggestions. “I really can’t say for sure,” he finally says after a beat of silence. “But I promise that you’re safe here, Abby. We’ve got tall fences all the way around the property, a manned gate, and cameras all over. I’ll have the security guards take a look at the CCTV footage and see if they can identify this car.”

I let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Karl,” I say, feeling a bit of the tension ease. “That’s all I can ask for.”

Karl nods. “I want you to stay safe, Abby,” he says gently, but then sighs, his gaze flickering down to his hand and the half-empty bottle of whiskey on his desk. “But then again, I guess I didn’t make you feel very safe with my behavior tonight, did I?”

“It’s fine,” I say softly, finding it hard to stay mad at him despite everything. “Just... please keep an eye on your hand. You can’t protect me if your hand is all fucked up, can you?”

Karl looks down at his bandaged hand, a faint smile touching his lips. “I will,” he promises. “And about what you said earlier... I really am sorry I overreacted the way I did. We should definitely talk more in the morning when I’m sober.”

I nod, feeling a twinge of hope. “I think that would be best. And Karl,” I pause, searching his eyes, “I never thought any of this was meaningless. It meant the world to me. But I’m just not sure if hooking up casually is healthy for either of us right now.”

He nods, his eyes softening. There’s still a drunken haze to his appearance, but I can finally see the real Karl coming back through: kind, sincere, and caring as ever. “Maybe you’re right,” he admits, although I can sense the pain in his voice. “And I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions instead of talking to you.”

With that settled, my exhaustion from the day—no, the week, or maybe even… hell, I don’t even know how long it’s been—seems to finally set in. My eyelids feel heavy, and my knees feel weak. “I should get to bed,” I murmur, gesturing over my shoulder. “And so should you.”

Karl agrees and rises from his desk, choosing to leave the whiskey bottle behind. He follows me to the door; but then, as I turn to leave, he suddenly reaches out and grabs my hand.

“Abby, wait.”

Furrowing my brow, I turn back to face him. Our eyes lock, and all of a sudden I’m acutely aware of the heat radiating from his touch. We’re standing so close I can feel his whiskey-scented breath on my skin, and something about it makes me shiver ever so slightly.

“What is it, Karl?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He swallows, his gaze intense. “I’m, uh… I’m worried about your safety, Abby,” he says. “With the car and everything... I think we should share a room for the time being, just in case.”

My heart skips a beat at his suggestion. Part of me thinks he’s just looking for an excuse to spend the night with me. But then I see the genuine worry in his eyes, and I can’t help but soften a bit. Maybe having him by my side, at least for tonight, wouldn’t hurt. We can grapple with the emotions in the morning, right?

“Okay,” I say, my voice steady despite the chaos of my thoughts. “I’ll be waiting in my room. You can come to bed whenever you’re ready.”

As I pull away, I feel a strong urge to kiss him, to close the distance between us. But I stop myself, realizing that I’m just giving in to the pull of our matehood rather than being rational.

Karl watches me go, his eyes lingering on me a moment longer before he finally releases my hand.

I walk back to my room, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As I close the door behind me, I let out a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

After checking through the curtains one last time to see if the car is there, only to be met with an empty street, I climb into bed—but sleep doesn’t come easily. My thoughts keep drifting back to Karl, to the car outside, to everything that’s happened between us. It’s overwhelming, and I find myself wishing for simpler times.

I remember when we were first engaged, and I was so furious over the arranged marriage; but looking back now, I sort of miss how simple and easy it was. We were fated mates, handed to each other on a silver platter.

But we were also too young, and maybe that inherently destroyed the simplicity of it all from the very beginning. Maybe that was part of what led to our downfall.

After what feels like hours, I finally hear a soft knock on my door. I sit up, my heart racing as I call out, “Come in.”

The door opens, and Karl steps inside, looking a little more sober but still carrying the weight of the night’s events. He closes the door behind him and approaches the bed hesitantly.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says softly. “But I really do just want to make sure you’re safe.”

I nod, understanding his concern. “It’s okay, Karl,” I assure him. “You can sleep here. I want you to.”

He nods, a grateful look in his eyes. He pads across the room, already in his pajamas, and climbs into bed beside me, keeping a respectful distance.

As we lie there in the darkness, the silence between us is comfortable, yet filled with unspoken words. I turn to face him, and I see his eyes are closed, but I know he’s not asleep yet.

“Goodnight, Karl,” I whisper.

“Goodnight, Abby,” he replies, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.

As I close my eyes, I feel a strange sense of peace. Despite everything, I’m glad he’s here with me right now.

And as I drift off to sleep, I can feel his fingers intertwining with mine beneath the blankets.