Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0369

Flopping down on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling with my arms splayed out, feeling a mix of emotions

wash over me. It’s not only strange being back in the place that I used to call home, but it’s also a

strange feeling to be here right now.

In a way, it feels awfully like how things used to be; minimal contact, always too busy to see each other,

spoiled by gifts and always craving more.

But also, at the same time, I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I meant what I said; we’re not really

together. We made a promise.

So why am I so sad about it?

But at that moment, I feel a subtle shift inside of me, and I sense the presence of my wolf. It’s as if

she’s been waiting in the shadows, observing everything.

“You were wise to come home to Karl, Abby,” my wolf says, her voice calm and smooth.

I sit up abruptly, taken aback by her words. “Home? This is just temporary, a way to get out of the city,”

I reply out loud. “I’m not staying. You know that, right?”

My wolf’s voice grows stronger, more insistent. “But it will be so much more than that, Abby. Trust me.”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter under my breath, “You sound like a lovesick adolescent.”

But my wolf continues, undeterred. “Being here makes me stronger, and if you want to have me back,

you’ll need to stay with Karl. Where you belong.”

I scowl, frustrated by her persistence. “I don’t want to stay,” I say firmly, my voice laced with

determination. “I want to go back to the city, back to my restaurant.”

My wolf chuckles. “With time, you won’t want to return to the city.”

I curse softly under my breath, feeling a surge of frustration. “That’s ridiculous,” I retort. “I love the city. I

love my life there. I won’t give up my new life to go back to the way things were. Already things are

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“What do you mean?”

I sigh. “I mean…” I pause, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Look at us. He’s too busy being an Alpha. I

don’t fit anywhere into that life.”

“You don’t?” she retorts with another chuckle. “Or are you just afraid that he’ll push you away again?”

“Maybe,” I scoff. “What does it matter?”

There’s a long silence as I process my wolf’s words. I don’t know what to say, because frankly, I can’t

help but wonder if there’s a shred of truth to what she’s said.

But finally, before I can come up with a response, she goes silent, her presence receding into the

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