Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0270

Abby

Five years ago.

It was the day before the annual Alpha party. I was standing in front of the mirror on a little platform

while the seamstress worked her magic. My dress hugged my body perfectly in all the right places, an

elegant black with flutter sleeves and a hem that trailed down to my ankles. I felt beautiful for the first

time in a while.

That was when Karl walked in.

I saw him before the mirror did, his reflection coming into view with his brow furrowed. He was all

business, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low rumble of authority as he spoke to his Beta.

But when his eyes met mine in the glass, the world outside that room might as well have ceased to

exist.

“Hold that thought,” he said into the phone, and I knew that for whatever reason, I had become the

center of his universe once again. “I have to go.”

The call ended abruptly, and he motioned for the seamstress to give us privacy. With a respectful nod,

she collected her things and left, leaving us alone.

I turned to face him and my heart was fluttering in my chest. “Is the dress alright?” My voice was

steady, but the I couldn’t fully hide the uncertainty that was hiding behind my tone.

He approached, and I could see the struggle on his face. “You look… beautiful, Abby,” he admitted, and

something in the way he said it made me believe him. “But the cleavage…”

He trailed off, and his jaw clenched. That was when I knew.

“There isn’t that much,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. But even my own words felt hollow.

I could see the apology in his eyes, the wish to be both the man he thought he should be and the man I NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

needed. “I just worry about what the others might think,” he said, his voice low. “About you. About us.”

The words settled in my stomach like stones. To please him, to avoid the argument I could see brewing

like a storm on the horizon, I gave in.

“I’ll have it fixed,” I said, my voice wavering slightly.

He thanked me with nothing but a nod, and then he was gone. I was left alone in the room, my

thoughts whirling around me like a tornado. And suddenly, the dress that made me feel so sexy, so

beautiful…

It felt like shackles.

I’m walking down the street now. It’s the day before my second chance, and I’m a ball of nerves. I’ve

decided to get a coffee and wander around on my lunch break to force myself to get some fresh air.

Has Karl really changed his antiquated views on modesty?

I know I won’t be attending the party in that way—I’ll be wearing my chef’s coat, not a beautiful gown—I

just can’t stop wondering. If I had gone to the party as Karl’s date after all, would he still expect me to

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Probably not. In fact, the thought of it makes me chuckle. I’m a different Abby now. I’m older, wiser, and

more confident. I’d never let anyone tell me what to wear anymore.

But then, something happens.