Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0273

No matter what tomorrow brings, no matter who I meet, they won't be Abby. They won't be my Luna.

And as the night stretches on, I can't shake the feeling that no one ever will be. No one except for her.

The meeting room is lined with stern faces, pack businesspeople and advisors all waiting for my direction. I'm present as one of the commerce moguls drones on about some new merger, but my mind is elsewhere.

My phone buzzes, and a glance reveals her name lighting up the screen

Abby.

A pang hits my chest—a mixture of longing and regret—but I can't answer. I slide the phone aside, silencing the call without a second thought. This is Alpha business; personal matters can wait. Maybe forever.

“Karl, the trade routes need to be established before the winter. We can't delay any further,” insists Marcus, his eyes boring into me, bringing me back to the present.

"Of course,” I say, my voice steady despite how I really feel. “I'll review the proposed paths tonight. Let's ensure we prioritize safety and efficiency.”

The meeting drags on, discussions surrounding logistics, alliances, and pack welfare—topics that should command my full attention. Yet, through it all, a sliver of my mind lingers on the missed call, on Abby.

When the room finally empties, the silence left behind feels oppressive. Only then do I allow myself to reach for the phone, noticing the voicemail notification. My thumb hovers, hesitates, and then presses play.

“Hey, Karl, it's Abby. I wanted to call you...” She pauses. I can feel my heart stop as I hear the sound of a ragged breath on the other end before she speaks again.

“I've got news, and I guess I wish you were here to hear it in person... The security tapes from the cook-off came in, and Daniel was exposed. But that's not all... The judges, they've given me another chance. They want me to cater the Alpha party.”

Without meaning to, a smile spreads across my face. I knew she would do it. I knew she would come out on top.

“I have to cook them a private meal first. To test my skills, I guess.”

And then, time seems to stop. “I... I'd love it if you could be there, Karl. One last hurrah as my sous chef? It's not mandatory, of course. Just... I guess I'd just really like you to be there. If you want.” “And Karl,” she adds a moment later, and I can feel my breath hitching in my throat. “I hope you're doing well. I—I miss you.”

The message ends abruptly, and the silence is even more profound than before.

“Abby,” I murmur. “Oh, Abby."

I stand, crossing over to the window to look outside. She did it. She's going to cater the Alpha party after all; this will be huge for her career, and I'm happy for her.

But then, something crosses my mind. Abby... at the Alpha party... And I will be there with another woman.

How will she take that? How will I take that?

Suddenly, the heavy doors to my study open, and Marcus steps in, his expression turning to concern as he sees me. "You okay, Karl? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

I shake my head, a half-hearted attempt at lying. “It's nothing. Did you need something?”

Marcus stands there for a moment, clearly not believing me. But then he holds out a clipboard and a pen, his expression returning to its usual businesslike demeanor. “Just need your signature for the band. For the luncheon tomorrow.”

“Right.” I nod, clearing my throat, and step closer.

The pen feels heavy in my hand as I sign, but what's done is done. I'm sorry, Abby, but I can't be your sous chef... Because tomorrow, I have no choice but to attend that luncheon... and I will have to find the new future Luna.

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