Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 369

Karl

Abby is doing so great during her testimony. She’s practically a natural at this, and is telling every little detail of her story—even the upsetting or downright embarrassing parts.

I should be here for her, and I am; but part of me is somewhere else. Ever since that regal-looking Alpha walked in, I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from him.

“He’s familiar,” my wolf says, stirring restlessly inside of me. “Like I know him, somehow…”

I swallow as I stare at the man across the room. I think he might be Damon’s father, judging by the expression on his face as he watches the prince fidget nervously in his chair. It’s a look of pure and utter disappointment, as if this is his final straw.

But I don’t know this man. I never have. I mean, how could I possibly know him? He’s a king from a distant chain of eastern islands. I grew up in the North, nowhere even near the coast.

And yet… Something just keeps making me want to stare at him.

“I feel it, too,” I reply inwardly to my wolf. “But it makes no sense.”

“It’s always a possibility.” My wolf continues to pace nervously inside of me, like he’s just sniffed out a good trail to follow. “An uncle, perhaps? Or a cousin?”

Just hearing my wolf say those words makes me blanch. I suppose it could be possible; after all, I was just left on my family’s doorstep as a baby. It’s not like I remember my family at all, and because of my abandonment, I never put in the effort to find out who they are.

But now, seeing someone who feels so familiar in the flesh like this makes me want to at least talk to him. Maybe he knows something.

Hell, maybe he feels it, too. In fact, I know he feels it.

Because when our eyes meet from across the room, no matter how briefly, I can see recognition flicker through their depths.

My attention is only briefly brought back to the present when Damon actually incriminates himself in front of everyone. It’s almost hilarious, seeing the hysterical look in his eyes as his lawyers quit right in front of him. The bailiff escorts him out, and his cries fade into the hallway.

However, his father quickly gets up after him. I decide on a whim that I need to talk to him now, and so, despite Abby’s look of confusion, I jump to my feet and run after the man.

“Excuse me,” I call out, catching up to him and tapping him on the shoulder. “Sir may I have a moment of your time?”

One of his guards, a man in a suit and sunglasses, instinctively gets between us and shoots me a frightening gaze. But the king merely waves him away.

“It’s alright, Edward,” he says calmly. “I knew that this young man would be speaking with me. Follow me.”

Casting a quick glance at Abby over my shoulder, who is still seated at the table with a dumbfounded expression on her face, I follow the king and his two guards out into the hallway. My heart pounds as we stop outside; Damon’s cries are still echoing down the hall, but his father seems to pay them no mind.

“Karl, is it?” he asks.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply with a nod. “And your name is…?”

“Reginald. No need for the ‘majesty’ bullshit. We’re not in the dark ages anymore, my boy.”

My eyes widen a bit at hearing a king curse out loud; but something about it is also amusing. Maybe we are somehow related after all. Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“Pleasure to meet you, Reginald,” I say. “I wanted to speak to you because—”

“I know why.” Reginald reaches into his pocket and pulls out an eggshell-white business card, which he hands to me without preamble. “I could tell. In fact, I’ve been expecting this for some time.”

I take the business card with slightly trembling fingers and shoot him a quizzical look. “You… You have?” I murmur.

He nods. “Yes. I knew that you would come to me, my boy. But I’m afraid I cannot talk to you in length at this moment…” He sighs heavily and checks his watch. “I must deal with my disappointment of a son, unfortunately.”

“Oh. Of course,” I say. I look down at the business card in my hand to see that it’s got his name and a phone number on it; plain and simple, just like Damon’s. I guess, despite Damon’s apparent love for theatrics, his father’s tastes in business cards rubbed off on him.

“Well, thank you, sir—” I begin. But when I lift my head, my voice cuts off abruptly. Reginald and his two guards are already walking away.

As I watch the king’s fading form, I can’t help but furrow my brow. How did he know that I was going to talk to him today? And how did he know for a ‘long time’?

“You don’t think…”

My wolf growls in agreement. “Perhaps our intuition was right,” he replies. “But we’ll only know for certain once you call the number on that card.”

“Right.” The word comes out aloud, under my breath as I look back down at the plain white business card in my hand. King Reginald, with nothing but a phone number underneath. He gave the card to me so easily, so quickly, as if he really did expect us to have this conversation.

When I look up again, the others are flooding out of the conference room. I can hear some scattered conversations about Damon’s self-incrimination, about how he basically just solved the case for everyone by bringing up the kids and the Alpha party when it had never even been mentioned.

Here we were, thinking that it could be months, maybe even years, before Damon saw the inside of a jail cell. But thanks to his own childlike stupidity, he just shortened the process.

“Hey.” Abby appears at my side as if out of nowhere, nearly making me jump as I turn to look at her. There’s a soft smile of relief on her face, and her cheeks are rosy; she really is glowing already with this pregnancy. I can’t help but smile in return.

“Hey,” I breathe, pulling her in for a hug. I press a warm kiss against her temple and let my lips linger there for a few moments before pulling back just enough to look at her. “You alright after all that?”

She nods. “Better than ever,” she says with a laugh, then glances down at the business card in my hand. “What was all that about?”

“Oh, uh…” I follow her gaze, peering at the white card one last time before I slip it into my pocket. My gaze wanders down the hallway in the direction where Reginald disappeared to. The air still feels electric, as if he’s still here.

“Karl…?”

Abby’s voice pulls me out of my deep train of thought and I look at her, offering her a soft smile. “Sorry, what?”

Abby chuckles. “I asked what all that was about,” she says.

“I’m not sure,” I finally manage. “But I’ve got a good feeling.”