Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 314

Abby

“Hey, Abby.”

There he is: Karl, standing in front of me, looking as handsome as ever in his all-black suit. He’s got his hands in his pockets in that way that just screams Karl, and for a moment, I feel my chest tighten at the thought of the fact that he has a different date who isn’t me.

“Um… Hey,” I reply.

There’s a brief silence, slightly awkward, before he responds. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Not like…” He pauses, pulling one hand out of his pocket to gesture to my dress and my hair. “...This.”

For a moment, I feel as though I’m about to throw up. I feel like he doesn’t like the dress, and I’m suddenly back in the past, back when he used to police what I wore.

I bashfully look down at the gown and touch the fabric. “I know it’s silly,” I stammer, although I don’t entirely know why. “I just… I saw it in the store window, and—”

“Abby,” he cuts in, shaking his head with an almost amused look on his face. “You look stunning.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I suddenly feel flustered, excruciatingly embarrassed, and surprised all at once. “Th-Thank you, Karl,” I manage.

There’s another silence, just as awkward as the last. My heart is practically pounding out of my chest now, and in order to ease some of that tension, I speak again. “Are you enjoying the food tonight?”

“It’s perfect,” he says with a grin. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve really outdone yourself. Honestly, this might be some of the best food I’ve had at an Alpha gathering in a long time.”

I scoff, punching his arm lightly. For a moment, it’s as though nothing has changed; we’re already falling back into that easy dialogue between us. “Oh, stop. The food is fantastic every year.”

Karl simply shrugs, shooting me a sheepish grin. “It is, that’s true. But it’s especially good this year.”

Before I can say anything else, a voice from behind Karl interrupts our conversation. “Hi there.”

Surprise, both of us turn to see a woman with striking red hair extending her hand toward me. It’s the woman that Karl was dancing with, and she’s even more beautiful up close. Her hair falls in gentle waves over her shoulders, and her nose is dotted with delicate freckles. She’s slender, but also curvy in all of the right places, and there’s an understated sort of elegance about her.

With a gentle smile, she extends a hand. “I’m Shana.”

I take her hand and shake it, trying to hide the pain in my chest. “Nice to meet you, Shana. I’m Abby.”

Karl steps in suddenly, looping his arm around the woman’s waist. “Shana is my date tonight, Abby.”

“I see.” The words come out faster than I intended, but I can’t stop myself. It feels like my chest is on fire, or like I was kicked in the gut. Maybe both.

Shana doesn’t seem to have much to say about the revelation, and instead, she looks around the room. There’s something that’s slightly detached about her mannerisms, like her heart is somewhere else. I can’t help but wonder if I offended her by talking to Karl, but when she turns back to look at me, there’s a kind smile on her face.

“You cooked everything tonight, right?” she asks.