Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 364

Abby

I feel like a fool for ever taking this opportunity to come here. Maybe if I hadn’t accepted it, none of this would have ever happened. Maybe I wouldn’t be locked in this room, maybe I wouldn’t be banging on the walls, maybe my friends would be safe.

Hell, maybe Karl and I never would have broken up. Maybe I would have lived in blissful ignorance of the fact that Karl was giving me that serum behind my back. Maybe I would have found out that I was pregnant, and we would have had a big celebration, and we would have gotten married again.

Maybe… Maybe…

But then, I remember the black car, the feelings of being watched, the shadows lurking outside of my home.

Maybe, if I hadn’t accepted this opportunity, Damon would have brought me here against my will anyway.

Yet another sob wracks my body as I stumble away from the door. I’ve been pounding away at the wood for what feels like hours, but the door hasn’t budged. It’s useless; there are no windows to this little cell that Damon built especially for me, and I’m too secluded from the others for them to hear my screams.

I really am trapped.

My wolf paces inside of me, growling at our predicament. “That fucker,” she hisses. “I want to rip his throat out. I want to—”

“It’s no use,” I tell her. “Shifting and going into a rage right now could harm the baby. We need to think clearly about this.”

My wolf growls softly in agreement. The baby—the little life that I’ve yearned so long for. I can’t do anything right now that would potentially harm the pregnancy so early on, which means that shifting and bashing through the wall is out of the question.

And besides, I don’t know what’s in these walls. They’re probably lined with iron for all I know.

But I still don’t know how safe my baby will be if I let Damon keep me here. The stress of all of this alone could cause complications. So I need to think…

Finally, I have an idea. It’s a shot in the dark, but it could work.

I knock softly on the door and call out, “Damon? Damon, are you out there?”

There’s a long silence, and for a few moments, I think that Damon left me in here. But then he answers. “Yes, my dear. I’m right here.”

I swallow hard and try to steady my voice. “Damon, I think I see now just how much you love me, and I’m willing to give you—to give us—a chance. Could you open the door so we can at least talk?”

Another silence. I chew my lip nervously, hoping that my feeble attempt worked.

But then Damon’s muffled voice comes back through the wall. “I’m sorry, Abby, but I’m no fool,” he says. “I know you’re just trying to make me let you out. You haven’t been in there nearly long enough to consider it.”

“But Damon, it’s so stuffy in here,” I plead, my voice raising with anxiety. “Please, how can I possibly think straight if I can hardly breathe?”

“The room is well-ventilated,” Damon replies coolly. “Should you need the temperature changed, there is a remote on the nightstand to do so. But I cannot let you out, Abby. Not until you have had ample time to think.”

I curse under my breath at Damon’s words. Of course he wouldn’t take my feeble pleading at face value. Just as he said, he’s not a fool. Insane, maybe, but not a fool.

I, however, am most certainly a fool.

My feet begin pacing the room of their own accord as I try and calm myself enough to think over my options here. I bite my nails nervously, my eyes scanning the room for any possible way out; but there is nothing. Nothing except for…

“The vent,” I whisper, catching sight of a small grate on the ceiling.

But just as quickly as the idea comes, it’s snuffed out. The grate is barely big enough for me to fit my arm through, let alone my whole body, and besides; the ceiling is high in here. There’s nothing for me to climb on to reach it.

“Dammit,” I whisper.

Finally, I sink down onto the edge of the bed and rest my face in my hands. God, how could I have let this happen? How could I be so… so stupid?

“It’s not your fault,” my wolf says, her voice more gentle now. “Damon had us all fooled. Even me. I admit, even for a moment, I thought…”

“Me too,” I say out loud with a slight scoff. It’s true; for the briefest of moments yesterday, when Damon gave me that daffodil and again when I had found out that I’m pregnant, I had actually thought that maybe, just maybe, I could live here.

It had even crossed my mind that if Damon was romantically interested in me, perhaps it could be a possibility someday for us to be together.

But oh, how stupid I had been.

“I still love him, you know,” I whisper as I sit here on this tiny bed. “Karl. I don’t think I would have ever stopped loving him, even if Damon and I somehow worked out.”

“I know.” My wolf sighs wistfully inside of me. We both felt it tonight at the gala; the spark between me and Karl when he pulled me aside. The utter relief when I saw his face. And the pure disappointment when I saw him walk away.

At the time, I didn’t know why I had been so tongue tied at the gala. I thought that it was just my own shock getting to me, or maybe embarrassment, or a side effect of heartbreak.

And when Damon had shown me his trashed office, I had thought that it was some kind of innate sense of fear; as if I somehow knew, deep down, that Karl was dangerous and my own body was trying to protect me.

But I know better now. I don’t think that Karl ever trashed Damon’s office; I think it was a setup to drive me away from him.

The feeling of being tongue tied, though, is still mostly a mystery. But it’s certainly connected to Damon, considering how he had done it once more just before he shoved me in this godforsaken cell.

And even if I agree to become his bride and succumb to his desires, I can’t help but wonder how long it’ll be before he does it to me again.

Another silent sob shakes my shoulders. I press my hands into my eyes to try and stop the tears, but it’s no use; they come anyway, full force, aching and stinging like salt in a wound.

No one will hear my cries. No one. Not even Karl.

Wait.

I suddenly jerk my head up, my eyes widening as something familiar fills my nostrils; it’s faint, but it’s there. I can sense it. I can feel it, like a warm blanket being draped over me when I’ve fallen asleep.

“Karl,” I whisper, standing.

“It’s him.” My wolf perks up inside of me, our hearts beating in unison. “He’s close.”

“Yes. He is. Release your scent,” I whisper. “Lead him to us.”