Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 6

Abby

So, this must be Karl’s lady friend. She’s certainly his type–intelligent looking and refined. She’s wearing neutral clothes, and she seems to look down her nose at just about everyone in the room. She’s the kind of girl Karl always wanted me to be.

My wolf perks up at the sight of Karl, who’s hovering behind the girl with a tense look on his face. I can’t really tell what kind of mood I’m in. It’s certainly a shock to see him here, and with another girl, but I can’t decide how I feel about it.

Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but gaze at him for a moment. I used to love looking into his eyes. I always thought they were the most beautiful brown color, even more beautiful when he smiled, and warmth filled them. He’s not smiling now though, and I force myself to look away.

On one hand, my kinder side wants Karl to get what he wants, but my wolf protests in my mind. You can’t give him what he wants, my wolf says, and I cringe. You just can’t.

I can’t help but wonder what Karl’s wolf is saying to him… if anything. He has his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and it doesn’t seem like he’s paying close attention to Tiffany and me. Maybe they’re having some sort of argument.

I want to talk to Karl’s wolf too much, but I haven’t recovered enough to establish a mind-link, my wolf continues.

Shut up, I say to her. He’s clearly forgotten how he ended up in this situation.

She growls in response but goes quiet.

As charming and handsome as he is, I can’t forget everything he put me through. The period after our divorce was one of the darkest moments of my life, if not the darkest moment. Not just for me, but for my wolf, too.

I force a smile. “Hey guys,” I say.

His female companion stares down her nose at me, but I manage to keep my smile in place. I’ve had plenty of practice dealing with condescending customers. The fact that she’s here with Karl makes no difference. I have absolutely zero intention of caving to their demands.

“We’re preparing for the Alpha party, and we heard that your seats are fully booked.” I nod along. If they already know the answer, I’m not too sure what they’re doing here. “Are you sure about that?” she says in what I can only describe as a mildly threatening tone.

I straighten my spine. “I’m sorry. We’d like to accommodate all our customers, but we have a limited capacity.” If she thinks she can bully me into giving her what she wants, then she’s in for a big surprise.

She looks me up and down with a snooty expression and takes a step closer, her voice low. “I need to see your boss. Maybe you don’t know who we are.” My eyes slide to Karl, but he just stands there with a neutral expression, watching us. Clearly, he has no intention of jumping in.

“Just ask for me,” I say.

She narrows her eyes and grabs the collar of my shirt. She has enough height on me that she has no problem pulling me forward. “Go get your boss,” she says, enunciating every word like I’m an idiot. “I hope you understand that you are lowering the service level of this restaurant.” Her grip on my collar is tight.

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes. The restaurant has gotten too quiet, and I know most of our patrons are probably watching this argument go down, more than happy for a show to go with their dinners. There are several maneuvers I could do that would get her to let go, but I don’t want to add to what is already quickly becoming a scene.