Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 218

“I feel a little bit like a failure,” he suddenly blurts out. “Like what my pack is

saying about me… that I’m a bad Alpha… might be true.”

My eyes widen. “Karl! Don’t—”

“Abby,” he says, tilting his head back to look up at the sky, “I came here—to this

city—for you. To win you back. No other reason. And I practically abandoned my

pack. I’ve been dealing with everything over the phone, over email.”

His words make my heart sink. I guess I knew that it was true, but hearing it out

loud like this kind of hurts, I’ll admit, and not in the way I would have thought.

I feel a little guilty—guilty for stringing him along like this, guilty for keeping him

here for so long, guilty for allowing him to shirk his responsibilities and lose

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approval as Alpha, all so I could keep him on a leash in case I ever decided to

get back together with him.

And what really sucks is that even now, even as he’s telling me this, I’m still not

sure what I want. I don’t know if I want to get back together, even after

everything he’s done for me, and it must hurt him more than I could ever know.

We fall into silence, each lost in our thoughts, the wine bottle danging from his

fingers.

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wondering if it will happen again. But the gravity of what he’s shared holds me

back. This isn’t the time for that.

“So,” I murmur, wanting to change the subject, at least a little bit, “we won’t see

each other until the Alpha party?” The words come out softer than I intend,

tinged with a sense of loss I never expected to feel.

“That’s the plan,” he confirms. “Unless you plan on forfeiting your cooking

competition and joining me back home?”

I force a laugh, even as my heart clenches at the thought. “Tempting. But, you

know, pride and all that.”

He looks at me, a soft smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Of course. Can’t

have the famous chef bow out, can we?”

His words lighten the mood, but the space between us still feels loaded, every

word and glance laden with unspoken emotions. We both take another sip of

wine, as if the liquid courage could make this easier.

“You know,” I start, unsure of how to frame the words that are clawing at the

back of my throat, “even if I lose tomorrow, I’ll still be your date for the Alpha

party. If you want me to be, that is.”

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the world around us falls away. “You’re

not going to lose,” he says softly. “But I’m glad to hear you say that.”

Something flickers between us then, an understanding, a connection. It’s as if,

for the first time in a long time, we’re seeing each other for what we really are:

two lost souls searching for our other half, passing by each other in a sea of

blotted out stars and wine.

“We should head back,” he suddenly suggests, pulling me back into reality.

“People will start thinking we ran off together.”

I nod, reluctant to break the spell of the moment. “You’re right.”

But just as I reach for the door, Karl stops me, his hand catching mine in a firm

grip.

“Abby…” he says, his voice tinged with a seriousness that makes me look up.

“Yeah?” I murmur. Coոtent beloոgs to Draмąnоvеls.cоm

He squeezes my hand, holding my gaze for a moment longer. Then, he lets go.

“Good luck tomorrow.”

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