Chasing His Kickass Luna Back: Read Chapters 1-5

Abby

“If you want to meet with the Alpha, you’ll have to book ahead of time. And he’s booked out for three months.”

The cool words of Karl’s secretary run through my mind for the millionth time. I tried reminding her he’s also my husband, but it didn’t matter.

He’s been so busy with work that I haven’t spoken to him in a month. But it’s finally Christmas and all the Alphas are expected to be home celebrating with their families.

I stop in front of the mirror one last time, just to make sure everything’s perfect. I run my fingers through my silky black hair, marveling at the new color. He loves black hair, so I decided to surprise him. I’m wearing a red lingerie set I bought especially for tonight and red lipstick to match.

I feel Karl's presence, and turn to look at him, a wide smile already on my face. I have to resist the urge to run across the room and jump into his arms.

His expression is unreadable. His brown eyes meet mine, but there’s none of the usual warmth when he looks at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking a step forward. His eyes sweep over me, but he doesn’t comment on what I’m wearing, or my hair.

“Abby.” His voice is harsh, and I shrink back a little.

“Let’s get a divorce.”

Three Years Later

“Hey, Abby.”

I smile at my restaurant manager, Olivia. “Hey, how are things going out here?” I walk around the front desk to stand beside her.

“Another busy night, it seems.”

I look around at the packed restaurant. “Sure, is.”

A sudden feeling of pride flows through me. When I started here, hardly anyone knew about this place. Now it’s one of the most popular eateries in the capital, all thanks to me and my team.

My best friend Chloe walks in with her friend, Jennine, her smile widening at the sight of me behind the counter. She walks up and nods hello to Olivia.

“Look at you.” Chloe practically beams with excitement, and I can’t help but grin. “If he could see you now.” I don’t have to ask to know she’s talking about Karl.

It’s been three years since the divorce. At first, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I felt lost without my role as Luna, but now I own a restaurant and I’m a chef. It might not be what I expected, but I’m happy.

“He’d go crazy if he saw you like this,” Chloe continues. He certainly would. I don’t think he’d be able to handle knowing that his ex-wife is doing what I’m doing. But he gave up his right to dictate my life when he ended our marriage without warning.

The door opens, and Emily enters. The minute she sees me behind the desk, a sympathetic look crosses her face. I know she enjoys seeing me like this, but I plaster on my best customer-service smile.

“Hi Emily, how are you?”

Her husband enters behind her, his gaze locked on his phone.

“Good dear,” she says. She lifts her hand to adjust her bangs, a diamond tennis bracelet glinting on her wrist. Emily is outrageously wealthy. We knew each other back when we were both Luna, and I know she just comes in here to see me is all my ‘misery.’

“Oh, just the regular for us, dear,” she says. She’s taken to calling me dear now that I’m a restaurant owner and not a Luna like her. It’s always said with pity, but I don’t let it get to me.

I return with their drinks moments later, placing them carefully on the table. Emily takes a sip and smiles up at me.

“Who would have thought we’d end up here?” I know she really means me and not ‘we,’ but I just nod my head. “Abby, the envy of the town, now a waitress.” I don’t bother pointing out that I’m the owner and chef.

“Who ever thought that after divorcing Karl, you’d end up a staff member?” She’s got that fake sympathetic smile back on her face. I know what she’s thinking. Poor Abby, abandoned by Karl.

“I certainly am a little envious,” I say, glancing at her husband. A smug look crosses her face.

I know that one reason, if not the main reason, she comes in here is that she enjoys seeing me like this. I’ve used that to my advantage. My former role as Karl’s wife has allowed me to turn this restaurant into a place where the elite gather.

“Your waiter will be right with you,” I say with a diplomatic smile. “I’m here if you need anything.” I retreat to the counter when she waves me off.

This restaurant is the first thing I’ve owned. The first thing that’s truly mine, and a few mean comments can’t take that away from me. I know she’ll be back, eager to watch my downfall. From Luna to a mere chef–but I don’t mind.

The room is packed with all the wealthy people I used to run in the same circles with. I know where they like to sit, their tastes, what they usually order to eat and drink. All the qualities that made me a good Luna have made me great at my job.

A man in a tailored suit walks in, his dress shoes shining in the restaurant lights. He approaches the counter and I give him a welcoming smile.

“Hi, how can I help you today?” I ask. I’ve never seen him before, but he certainly looks important.

“I want to book this restaurant,” he says.

I glance at the books and frown. “I’m sorry, Sir, but we’re fully booked for the week. You’ll have to wait until next week.”

He frowns and takes a somewhat menacing step forward. “Don’t you know who I am?” he seethes. My eyebrows go up. “My boss is Karl from the Moon River pack, one of the most powerful Alphas. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

I step around the counter and smile at him, my hands clasped in front of me. “Tell Karl that I’m the boss. If he needs anything, he can make an appointment with my restaurant manager.” I nod at Olivia, who smiles.

The man shakes his head. “Are you sure about this? Do you know his background?”

I know only too well, but I just raise an eyebrow. “If it’s Karl, his appointment will be scheduled in three months.”

I turn and walk back through the restaurant, leaving Olivia to deal with him. I push into the kitchen and breathe in the scent of cooking food, a satisfied smile overtaking my face. Maybe it wasn’t the most mature thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself.

It’s time Karl gets a taste of his own medicine.

Abby

“Abby, these are so good,” Leah says, humming slightly as she chews her lemon poppyseed muffin. They’re a specialty of mine.

Leah, Chloe, and I have a standing afternoon tea date in the capital. Once a week, we get together to catch up on everything we’ve missed.

“Thank you,” I say, blushing slightly. I have a contract to provide desserts for this restaurant and a few others.

“Your desserts are getting better and better,” Chloe adds. She’s already finished her blueberry scone and has several others in a box to take home to her mother.

“All thanks to you guys,” I say. “You’re my first tasters after all.”

Leah wipes some stray sugar off the edge of her lip. “A role I treasure.”

“You’ll never guess who came into the restaurant the other night,” I say, doing my best to sound nonchalant.

“Who?” Chloe asks, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“A member of Karl’s staff. He wanted to make a reservation.”

Leah looks up, closing the compact mirror with a loud snap. “Tell me you didn’t say yes to him!”

I laugh. “I told him we’re reserved three months out. He doesn’t stand a chance.”

Chloe grins and high fives me. Across the table, Leah gives me an approving look. “Good, I’m proud of you, girlie.”

“I know you guys never really liked him…”

Chloe shakes her head. “I liked him at first, but he dragged you along way longer than he needed to. He never treated you right.”

I sit back in my chair, trying to quell the rise of indignation. Far be it from me to suddenly stand up for Karl, but I do believe he truly loved me at one point. He couldn’t have faked everything without me picking up on it. There was a time when I meant the world to him.

“You sacrificed too much for him,” Leah adds, probably noticing my skeptical look.

“You think?” I ask.

She nods. “Everything changed the minute you married him. You had to dress the way he wanted you to dress.”

I concede that point. Karl never liked me to dress too flashy. He preferred me to dress more conservatively, so that’s what I did. At the time, I didn't really mind. I was willing to do just about anything if I knew it would make him happy.

“Don’t even get me started on the black hair,” Chloe jumps in. I push my long, golden curls off my shoulder. It took me forever to get it back to my natural color.

“He loved the black hair,” I say.

Leah frowns. “He was too controlling.”

“Way too controlling,” Chloe agrees.

I know they’re right, but I hate admitting it, even to them. It’s hard to think about all the things I changed about myself just for him. I changed so much that when I look back at pictures from that time, I don’t even recognize myself. That’s why I hide all evidence of my past life at the back of my closet, where I can pretend it doesn’t exist.

“He also hated when I cooked,” I say in a small voice, kicking myself a little for how feeble I sound.

I’ve always loved to cook, but Karl never understood why I wanted to spend my time in the kitchen when I could have been reading or studying instead. And, like everything else, I resisted the urge to do what I really wanted so I could do what he said.

“And you’re so talented at it,” Chloe says, gesturing to the crumbs on her plate.

I was a good housewife, and I did whatever I could to please him, but even that wasn’t good enough. He still left me, for no reason that I can think of. And without a good education, and my father’s businesses in jeopardy, I had no way to make a living. Nobody would hire me.

To top it off, no matter how many times I asked, he never told me why he decided to leave me. To this day, I still don’t know. Just thinking about the darkness I plunged into during those months after the divorce makes something heavy sit on my chest. My wolf took it just as hard, if not harder, and she’s been in a coma ever since.

“He’s trash,” Leah says, conclusively.

“Total garbage,” Chloe agrees. “You gave him way too much of yourself, and he never deserved it.”

“But hey, at least you got a good settlement in the divorce.” Leah twirls a strand of chocolate brown hair around her finger. “Now you have this great life you created all for yourself.”

“I am happy,” I say.

Chloe reaches over and squeezes my hand. “And you deserve to be.”

“I wonder what he’s up to now,” Leah says, pulling out her phone. She quickly searches Karl up and then shows us a photo of him in the capital. It’s of him, looking handsome in a well-cut suit. Apparently, he’s staying in the capital for an upcoming Alpha party.

“I don’t even want to know,” I say, waving the phone away.

“This interview is something you have to see!” Leah practically screams. “God, he’s ridiculous!”

The three of us lean forward to look at the screen. It’s Karl’s business story. The interview is with Karl’s secretary and she’s going on and on about how wonderful Karl is and how cool he is. She’s practically beaming with pride as she talks about the pack’s growth and how many new investments he’s gotten. It’s clear she admires him.

“No one who meets Karl could ever forget him,” she says. “I’ve even seen lots of women cry.”

The reporter asks her if she thinks Karl attracts a lot of women, and the secretary nods. “I’m well aware of his charms.” She grins. “Women pester him constantly, and it’s my job to help him handle that.”

“What about you?” the reporter jokes.

She flashes a confidential smile in response.

Beside me, Chloe rolls her eyes, leaning away from the screen. Leah looks revolted, and I imagine I have a similar expression on my face. What a narcissist.

“Geez,” Leah says, putting her phone away. “We’re going to find you someone a thousand times better than Karl.”

I nod. I’ve been meaning to go on a date, but I just haven’t made the time. If I keep this up for too long, though, my estrogen levels are going to plummet.

“Here,” she says, “I’m going to send you some contact information. We’re going to find you a hot guy who isn’t a controlling narcissist.”

Chloe claps her hands together. “Now, won’t this be fun,” she says. There’s nothing they love more than trying to set me up with someone. They’re determined to find me someone new, so I can officially leave Karl in the past.

I pull out my phone, and my eyebrows go up. Leah sent me the information of…

17 hot guys ?!

Well, at least I’ll have options.

Abby

“I know there’s a lot to choose from,” Leah says innocently. “So, just pick the ones you want to sleep with the most.”

I give her a look, but she just plasters on that innocent smile and waits for me to look at my phone. Beside me, Chloe leans in slightly, trying to get a look at the screen.

“Fine, this guy,” I say, showing them the one I picked. “There, I have a date,”

“Why not meet someone else too, while you’re at it?” Leah says. “Just to save time.”

I’m a bit resistant to the idea, but I eventually give in to Leah’s pestering. I message another guy to meet me later in the evening.

“You guys need to help me find something to wear,” I say when everything’s been planned.

They both agree, and we pay our bill. We walk around the shops until we find one that might have the kind of thing I’m looking for. Chloe and Leah help me pick out a few dresses, and I go in the back to try them on.

I decide on a form-fitting black dress. It hugs my curves and cuts down in the front to show a bit of cleavage. It’s flattering on my fuller figure, and I can’t help but admire myself a bit in the mirror. It’s the kind of dress Karl never would have wanted me to wear.

Leah grins when I walk out to show them. I do a little twirl, and Chloe claps. “Now that’s a dress!” she exclaims.

“You look like a goddess,” Leah adds.

I can feel my face warm. “Come on, stop,” I say with a laugh.

“Very sexy,” Chloe continues, making me blush even harder. I wave them off and go into the back to change into my regular clothes. I buy the dress and a pair of strappy black heels to match, leaving Chloe and Leah with the promise that I’ll fill them in the minute the dates end.

I meet the first guy, Luke, a few hours later. It’s already crowded when I arrive, and it takes me a minute to spot him at the bar. He’s handsome. Even better than his pictures.

Usually, the men Leah sets me up with are total duds, but maybe tonight will be different.

“You look gorgeous,” he says, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.

I smile. “You look pretty good yourself.”

We edge slightly away from the crowd, and he leans in to talk to me. He starts telling me about his career, all the while glancing not so discreetly at my breasts.

I can’t help but feel a little bored. I always had so much fun when I went out with Karl. He dragged me out onto the dance floor and was constantly making jokes. I never knew what to expect with Karl, but it was always exciting.

Luke’s like every guy I’ve been out with recently–more interested in how impressive he is than in what I might have to say. Partway through the conversation, I have to cut him off. “Excuse me,” I say, stopping him mid-sentence as he drones on about his recent account at work. “I just need to run to the ladies.”

“Alright, don’t take too long,” he says with a wink. I have to resist the urge to cringe as I cross the bar.

I adjust my hair in the bathroom mirror, then slip into one of the open stalls. A minute later, the door opens, and Luke pushes his way into my stall. He slips his hand around me and slides it down my back, grabbing my butt.

My instincts kick in and I knee him hard. He goes down with a groan. Too bad for him, the only class I aced in school was Warrior Training. I leave him like that, crumbled over in the stall with a pained look on his face.

I’ve been out with a number of handsome guys in the last three years, and I haven’t gone home with any of them. They’re all the same, desperate to get into bed with me rather than get to know me. And even though I try not to, I always find myself comparing them to Karl, and they always fall short.

I go back to the bar. For a moment, I have the intense feeling that I’m being watched. I look around, expecting it to be Luke, but I catch sight of him retreating out the front door. The feeling persists, and I look around at the crowd again. No one stands out to me. Not anyone I can see from this vantage point, anyway.

The next guy arrives, and he walks over with a wide smile.

“Hey, I’m Adam,” he says, his voice deep and gritty in a way that makes me perk up a little. I force myself to forget the presence I feel.

He’s handsome too, and more my type. He has curly brown hair and deep blue eyes. He’s not as tall as the last guy, but still a few inches taller than me. I wait while he buys us both drinks, then we edge over to a table in the corner to talk.

“So, what are your hobbies?” he asks, inching closer. I can feel the heavy weight of someone’s eyes on me, but I don’t turn around.

“Please don’t laugh,” I say, “but it’s actually cooking.” I wait for his response, biting my lip. “I like to cook and share it with my friends,” I add. I can’t help but think about Karl and how he liked smart women, not women who can cook.

Maybe Adam’s the same. The service industry is the lowest of the low in the eyes of many.

He looks a little surprised and I squirm a bit. “Can I try your cooking sometime?” he asks, catching me off guard. “I’m an investor in the food business.”

“Sure,” I say. “You should come by my restaurant sometime.” I tell him which one it is, and he makes a note of it on his phone.

“I can’t wait.”

He orders us both more drinks, and I smile. I can be quick to judge, but I’m trying to be better. It’s not fair to compare everyone to my ex, and Adam seems different from the other guys. So far, he hasn’t leered at my breasts, or tried to grope me in the bathroom.

I open my mouth to ask him about his hobbies when I feel Adam’s sudden burst of intimidation.

A broad figure shoves between us, cutting Adam off from me. I look up at him and take a half-step back.

Karl glares down at me, his jaw tense. Clearly, his was the looming presence I felt. I should have known. Behind him, Adam edges away with a nervous look on his face. He doesn’t leave, though, which I’m grateful for.

“Excuse me–” I start.

“I’ve been here for hours,” he says, cutting me off. “You’ve been dating several men in a row.” His gaze rakes down my body and I grit my teeth. “And wearing such revealing clothes? When exactly did you become like this?”

“What?！” I exclaim angrily.

Abby

How did Karl even end up here? I look around at the bar and frown. This is the best bar in the capital. I just didn’t count on running into him.

I mean, I knew he was in the capital, but I didn’t think we’d ever cross paths. A part of me hoped I’d never run into him anywhere ever again.

Damn, he’s as handsome as ever, though. I don’t want to notice it, but I do. His soft brown hair falls across his forehead, and I have to resist the urge to reach up and push it back. His gaze narrows and there’s some sort of emotion I can’t place churning in his deep brown eyes.

Somewhere inside of me, I can feel my wolf perking up a bit and I have to resist the powerful urge to lean into him. Just being near him again makes my sleeping wolf stir.

“What the hell?” I say, forcing myself to remember how pissed I am. If he wants to play games, then so can I. “Sir, who are you to talk to me like that? What could ever give you the courage to be so rude to a complete stranger?”

The line of his jaw hardens. Over his shoulder, I can see Adam looking back and forth between us. “A stranger, is it? Well, let me formally introduce myself then. I’m Karl, your ex-husband.”

“Ex-husband? Well then, you should know we’re divorced now, and this has nothing to do with you, so if you don’t mind.” I move to step around him, but he shifts with me, blocking my escape.

“We used to be very close,” he says. “It’s my duty to care for you.”

“Well, in the legal sense, we’re no more than strangers.”

I move to step around him again, and he grabs my arm. I tense immediately. “Have you been dating a different man every day since the divorce?”

I pull my arm free and take a step back. “What, have you been spying on me? Are you that ridiculously jealous and prideful?”

“What do I have to spy on you for?” he snarls. “I came here for the Alpha party, not you. It’s not my fault I found myself cornered. I just don’t understand why you keep dating different guys. What, Justin wasn’t good enough for you?”

I shake my head. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “Justin, our gardener? I haven’t seen him since I left your house!” Justin was a good man and a talented gardener. We were friendly, and I always thought he was handsome, but that was it.

He snorts. “Because he’s just a gardener, right? Figured you’d need a young talent to provide for you instead?”

His conspiratorial tone makes my temper flare. Who is he to question me after everything? He’s the one who ended things, not me.

He waits, his shoulders tense. I know he thinks I’m going to tangle with him, but there’s no point. I’ve moved to the capital and created a life for myself here. A good life. There’s no point in letting him drag me back into the past.

“Now that I’ve moved to the capital to redevelop, we might as well leave everything in the past. There’s no point in dragging this out, is there? We don’t have a relationship now, anyway, so no need to pretend you care about me.”

I shove past him, and this time he doesn’t stop me. He turns and his scowl deepens when he sees me take Adam's hand. Adam, to his credit, stands up straighter, doing his best not to be intimidated by the Alpha standing before him.

“I like the Ritz, don’t you?” I say to Adam, turning my back to Karl. I can’t help but antagonize him a little.

Adam smiles down at me. “I have a $30,000 mattress at home. Why don’t we put it to good use?”

“Sure.”

Behind me, I hear a loud crash. I turn, and my mouth falls open. There’s a pile of shattered glass around Karl, and the broken neck of the bottle is still in his hand.

Wine pools across the countertop and drips down onto the floor. He puts the glass down on the shelf and turns to the waiter.

A hush moves across the room as people turn to look at him. He doesn’t seem bothered by the attention, or at least he’s pretending not to be.

“Just put it on my bill,” he says to him. “Oh, and I’ll have a glass of the strongest wine you can find.”

My eyebrows go up. Karl never drinks, at least he never used to. If he does, he gets stomach bleeds. A part of me wants to go over there and stop him, but I hold myself back. He’s not my problem anymore.

He’s the one who abandoned me. I will not give him my sympathy, even if it seems like he’s trying to force it out of me.

Slowly, conversation resumes, and people go back to dancing. Karl takes a swig of wine and I force myself to look away.

“Sorry,” I say, turning to Adam. “He’s my ex-husband. We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “He doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood.”

“I’ve decided to move on. Let bygones be bygones.” I figure that the more I say it, the more it’ll feel true. “Now, how about that hotel?”

He flashes a smile.

My restaurant manager, Olivia, steps around me, leading the group of men over to their table. I watch them go and smile to myself.

Adam leads the group, turning to talk to the men behind him. We’ve been seeing each other for the past ten days, and it’s been going great. He’s a true gentleman.

Not only that, but after eating here the other night, he’s told me he’s interested in investing in the restaurant. Tonight, he’s here with some people from his work. Apparently, he’s been raving non-stop about the food here, and the thought makes something warm pool in my stomach.

Just yesterday, we got drinks at a nearby hotel, and he danced with me, spinning me around in his arms in the middle of the dance floor.

The door opens and I hear someone approach the table. “Hello.”

I look up. A girl stands before me, wearing a modest beige dress and a string of diamonds around her neck. Her dark brown hair is curled up in a chignon at the back of her head.

My gaze drifts up to the man standing behind her, and I freeze.

Karl steps forward, the shock on his face mirroring mine. He’s wearing a three-piece suit and has a 5 o’clock shadow that only makes his chiseled face more handsome. I swallow hard.

“If you don’t mind,” the girl says. “I’d like to make sure I have a reservation.”

Karl

Tiffany smiles, gazing across at Abby, who seems frozen in her chair behind the counter. I look between them for a moment, and it’s easy to imagine that Abby is drawing all kinds of conclusions about what Tiffany, and I are to each other.

I only came to the capital for the Alpha party, and without a Luna, I decided I should invite my cousin Tiffany to come along. She recently returned from eight years of studying abroad, and I figured it would be a good way for us to catch up.

I don’t get a lot of free time, and I couldn’t exactly show up at the party without a suitable female companion. It seemed like a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

Although, I’m beginning to regret letting her blackmail me into this particular outing. After eight years apart, I forgot how strong-willed my cousin can be. When Tiffany wants something, she tends to get it. I tried explaining that I’m way too busy to go traipsing around to different food joints, but she wasn’t having it.

“We need to book at a restaurant, like now,” she said, leaning against my desk with her arms crossed. “And clearly sending someone else to do it for you didn’t work.”

“I’m too busy.”

She frowned. “If you want me to come to this party with you, then you’d better get up and come to this restaurant with me.”

“I don’t even want to go to this party,” I grumbled. It wasn’t like I had ample time to attend social engagements. The time would have been better spent working for the pack.

She rolled her eyes. “Karl, you need to make an appearance, and you need me on your arm since you insist on not finding another Luna. Now get up. I don’t want to get there too late.”

So here we are, using my status to get us a decent spot for the party. I’m just hoping we get this over with soon, so I can get back to work. I’m in no mood to drag this night out any longer than it needs to be.

Since my divorce, I haven't eaten gourmet food of any kind. That was more Abby’s thing than mine. If it were up to me, I’d be perfectly fine just having my supplements. Other than a few business banquets, where I eat small bites of food out of politeness, I haven’t really made the effort to eat a fancy meal. I don’t have the time, and I don’t care much for the rituals of it.

When Tiffany decided I should make the appointment in person, I didn’t have the will to argue with her about it. She’s dead set on booking the best restaurant in town for the Alpha party, and this place seems to be her top choice. I don’t really know anything about food, so I’m mostly just here to tag along and ‘be my Alpha self,’ as she put it. I just wasn’t expecting to walk in and see Abby.

Tiffany and Abby never met, and it’s clear that neither one of them knows who the other is. We’ve been broken up for three years, and she looks completely different from the last time I saw her. Her hair is blonde again for one, and she’s filled out a little. I can’t help but think about how good her curves looked in that black dress the other night.

As her wide blue eyes meet mine, my wolf mentally curses me. He wants Abby, and he’s pissed at me for leaving her. This isn’t the first time he’s argued with me about it but seeing her again has definitely brought it to the forefront of both our minds.

Tiffany steps forward to talk to Abby, and I take the moment to respond to my wolf. I don’t know why he’s so adamant I get her back when he knows perfectly well what she did. It’s not like I ended things with her for no reason.

She cheated on me with Justin, my gardener. I was convinced by the evidence.

I’ve said it a million times, I say to my wolf. Cheating is my deal breaker, and the evidence is overwhelming. We’ll never get back together.

She said she hasn’t had any contact with Justin, he argues. Maybe she’s telling the truth, and you suspect the wrong person!

While I was working my ass off for the pack, my wife was screwing my gardener! I growl. It may be common, but I can’t forgive it. I clench my fists against his flare of anger. I can’t believe that even after all this time, he’s still skeptical. The evidence was overwhelming.

You didn’t see it with your own eyes, my wolf snarls back. She never admitted it.

You mean all that evidence, all the photos of intimate feedings, the sneak peek of the kiss, the pair of lace panties I gave her that showed up in the weed pile, and the fact that Justin disappeared immediately after Abby left, all of that wasn’t convincing enough?

Just remembering all the evidence makes the hurt and anger rise to the surface. I had more than just suspicions, and he knows that.

It won’t be until she admits it. My wolf growls. I want her to admit it!

I hesitate for a moment. I can barely contain myself as I look at Abby. Even though it’s been three years, I haven’t been with anyone else since. I just haven’t been ready to replace her, not yet. The thought makes me feel a little sick, even without my wolf pushing for me to get her back. The internal struggle I’d surely experience just hasn’t been worth it.

She’s as beautiful as ever. So beautiful, it makes something in my heart clench. Seeing her the other night with those men nearly killed me. I wasn't expecting to run into her like that, and I definitely wasn’t expecting to have to watch her go on dates with multiple guys.

Abby smiles at one of the waiters as he walks by, and I can’t help but frown. The waiter smiles back, and my eyes track him as he moves through the room, stopping at a nearby table to speak to the men seated there.

Why do he and Abby look so familiar with each other? Is she so short on money that she has to work in a place like this? Is this what she’s been doing these past three years?

The thought makes something in my heart soften. Even after the betrayal, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her. I want her to be alright. Despite the cheating, I don’t want her to have a bad time.

Abby looks up, and her eyes meet mine. I suck in a breath. I’m shocked that even after all this time, she still manages to create this sort of reaction in me.

I always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but it’s like in the past three years she's gotten even more beautiful. I can hear my wolf agreeing with me as I gaze at her.

Perhaps it isn’t just my wolf who wants her back after all.