Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0331

Abby

The night air is cool against my flushed cheeks as I sprint down the dimly lit street. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my feet carry me forward with a sense of urgency I don't think I've ever felt before.

It feels as if time itself is slipping away, and I need to catch it before it disappears.

But then I see him, illuminated by the amber glow of the streetlights, and I recognize him immediately by his tall stature and the way he's walking with his hands in his pockets. I stop in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Karl!”

He turns at the sound of my voice, and his gaze locks onto mine. For a moment, the world around us seems to fade away, and it's just the two of us, drawn together by an invisible force.

I quicken my pace, closing the gap between us until I'm standing right in front of him.

"Abby," he breathes, his eyes slightly wide. “I didn't think you—"

Before he can finish, I rush forward and throw my arms around his neck. I press my lips against his with fervent passion, feeling the world tilt beneath our feet. He returns my kiss without hesitation, and in those moments, it's as if there's nothing else in the universe except the two of us.

And in that moment, I feel her. My wolf.

When we finally pull apart, there are tears in my eyes. I don't know if they're from joy or melancholy, but before I manage to blink them away, one slips out and rolls down my cheek.

Karl gently lifts his hand and wipes it away with his thumb. His hand lingers on my cheek, and I lean into his palm, shutting my eyes for a moment.

We stay like that for a long moment, just holding each other, the world around us forgotten. But eventually, I pull back slightly, my eyes searching his.

“Are you leaving again?” I ask, my voice hardly more than a whisper.

Karl nods, his expression serious. “Yeah, Abby,” he says quietly, his voice full of regret. “I have to go home to my pack. And this time, I'm afraid that I won't be able to come back anytime soon.”

My heart sinks at his words, a heavy weight settling in my chest. The thought of him leaving, of us being separated once again, is almost unbearable. But I knew that this day would come. He has responsibilities to his pack, and I have my own life here in the city.

Tears well up in my eyes again, but I manage to blink them away this time. “I'm going to miss you,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

Karl brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “I'm going to miss you too, Abby,” he murmurs. “More than you would believe.”

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. “Is there any chance you'll come back?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

He shakes his head, his gaze filled with regret. “I'm sorry, Abby, but no. With my brother awake, I need to preserve my status as Alpha. But Abby..."

He pauses, and I feel my heart skip. I don't know what he’s going to ask of me, but whatever it is, I'm sure it's important.

“What is it?” I ask.

"Will you come home with me?”

As he speaks, his voice is hardly more than a whisper. And for a moment, I can feel my heart almost stop.

The thought of going home with him, of moving back into the place we used to live in together, is intriguing.

But it can't happen. Not now, at least. And maybe not ever.

I appreciate his offer, but it's not a decision I can make lightly. The past few years in the city have been a whirlwind of success and growth for me.

I've built a life here, a career, and I've found a sense of independence that I never had before. Leaving it all behind is not something I can do lightly.

And going back to the pack, back to the place where the old version of Abby used to live?

I'm not sure if that's in the cards for me.

I take a step back from Karl, feeling a pang of sadness in my chest. “I like it here, Karl,” I admit. “I like the city, my restaurant, my friends. I don't think I can see myself leaving. I'm sorry.”

Karl pauses for a moment, and there's a flash of something in his eyes—disappointment, maybe, or pain. But I can't give in now. I'm not the girl who would change my life for someone else anymore. Finally, he nods. “Okay,” he says quietly. “I understand.”

I smile through my tears, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you, Karl.”

“But just know that my door is open to you,” he adds with a gentle smile. “It's still your home; it never stopped being your home. And you're missed.”

His words make my heart swell, and I find myself nodding. “Thank you,” I murmur. “Really.”

We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other, each of us unsure what to say. The moment feels charged with an unspoken tension, like there's electricity crackling in the air. I don't know if I'll take him up on his offer. I don't know what will happen after tonight. Hell, I don't even know what I want.

But I'm glad to have spent this evening with him.

After a moment, he takes another step back. “I have to go,” he says, his voice full of longing.

I nod, unable to find the words. We both know that there's nothing more than can be said. It's as if the universe is pulling us in two different directions, and we're just the poor souls left in the wake of the uncertainty.

He turns and starts to leave, but acting on instinct, my hand jumps out and grabs his. Without a moment's hesitation, he whips back around and closes the distance between us one last, bittersweet time.

He cups my face in his hands, leans in and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is tender but passionate all at once, a medley of perfection that I know I'll never forget, even if tonight is the last time we ever feel each other like this.

When he pulls away, I'm breathless, and my mind is devoid of all words. I don't know what to say, and there's nothing to be said. A goodbye feels too final, and yet a “see you soon’ feels too hopeful. All I can do is stand there, blinking back the tears that threaten to come.

And then, with one last lingering look, Karl turns and walks away, disappearing into the night.

I watch him go, my heart heavy with sadness. And yet, there's also a strange sense of excitement there, too.

Because maybe, just maybe, this isn't the end. Maybe it's a beginning. A beginning of something new, of second chances, of what-ifs and opportunities; not just for my romance with Karl, but for my career.

And for that, I'm grateful

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