Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 40

Karl

The sting of rejection pulses through me, acute and raw, as I distance myself from Abby’s place.

My footsteps echo through the quiet city streets, the usual hustle and bustle of the nightlife seemingly dimmed tonight. Each step aligns with the rapid beat of my heart.

I can’t shake the feel of her, the nearness of our last moment.

Abby looked beautiful. She clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance today; her hair and nails looked freshly done, she was wearing makeup, and a gorgeous dress.

A few years ago, I might have been bothered by the way that she dressed tonight. But lately, for some reason I’ve been finding myself attracted to it. She’s sexy, always has been, but is somehow even sexier now.

But what pisses me off more than anything is that she was dressing like that for another man who doesn’t even show any interest in her despite the ring he put on her finger. What gives? Why won’t she just leave him already?

Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I aimlessly kick a small rock ahead of me. Its journey, haphazard and unpredictable, mirrors the state of my own emotions.

“She wanted me,” I find myself mumbling aloud, holding onto the raw intensity of our almost-kiss.

My wolf stirs within, a familiar presence anchoring my thoughts. “She did,” he rumbles in agreement. “But she held back. If you’d just be patient and let her come to you, she’d see the depth of our love”

“I did let her come to me,” I reply. “She’s the one who called me tonight. But at the end of it, she still can’t stop thinking about that prick.”

My wolf growls in annoyance. “Give her time.”

The anger is right there, bubbling at the surface. “Time? And for what? For Adam?” I snap, frustration bleeding into every word. “Who leaves their fiancée high and dry like that? Especially when she clearly put in so much effort?”

A car horn in the distance snaps me back momentarily, but my wolf’s voice, deeper and more introspective, grounds me again. “She’s changed. She’s not the young girl we once knew. She’s a woman now, more intricate, more nuanced. You have to adapt.”

Bitterness takes hold. “Did you see her tonight?” I spit. “The lengths she went to for him? The hair, makeup, that dress…” The words come out more as a growl. I don’t keep them in my head like I probably should, but say them out loud, unable to contain my anger.

And yet, my wolf muses, a soft chuckle punctuating my thoughts. “She resisted you. That tells you something.”

I can’t help the growl that rises in my throat, frustration evident. “She wants me. It’s palpable. I felt it, every damn second.”

My wolf is calm in his rebuttal, his wisdom clear. “Wanting and acting on it are worlds apart. You broke her heart. She’s cautious now. You can’t simply push and expect her to yield.”

I halt, drawing in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs. It’s hard to admit, but there’s truth in what my wolf says.

“You might be right,” I murmur, the weight of realization pressing down.

“Show her the change. Be genuine. Earn her trust,” my wolf advises, his tone firm. “A true leader knows when to assert and when to listen.”

I take a moment, lost in thought. The journey back to my apartment is nearing its end, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face the solitude of my own space. But I can’t wander the streets forever.

“Tomorrow,” I whisper to myself, thinking of Abby, of what I need to do. Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to show her. My wolf rumbles in agreement, its presence a constant reminder that this fight, this pursuit, is far from over.

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