Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 13 – Engagement
Abby

He looms over me, his jaw clenched. His anger seems to win out over his attempt to shield his

emotions from me. The sheer power radiating off him makes me want to back down and submit to him.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and take a step back. He might be an Alpha, but that doesn’t

mean I should let him get away with everything. I don’t need to submit to him, and I have no intention of

doing so ever again. If he thinks he can intimidate me, he’s wrong. I stand up straighter and stare him

in the eye.

“Engaged?” he snarls. “To whom?”

I cross my arms, creating a further barrier between us. I refuse to back down. “His name’s Adam

Mitchell, and he’s great. He’s my partner, and he really cares about me. No matter what, he believes in

me. He thinks I’m competent and loyal.”

I only say the last part to get under his skin, but I can’t help myself. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve it

after everything.

Karl growls in answer, and unease pools in my gut. I have a feeling that the growl came from his wolf

more than anything. He turns away and runs his hands through his hair, clearly trying to get a grip on

his anger. I wait quietly for him to sort himself out.

I was just as surprised when Adam proposed to me, but I haven’t second guessed my answer. Even

though we haven’t been going out for very long, I really like him. I think we could be really good

together, and we have time to get to know each other, anyway. Things move fast in our world, and we

both want the same things. That’s what really matters.

“Did you say Adam Mitchell?” he finally says, turning to look at me again. His expression has smoothed

of blankness to it. He’s trying

he’s trying

“Yes?”

S hit, I know him.” He shakes his head. “He’s

himself.”

as well,” I say. “If you’re good

I’m not really expecting him to do so, but I

would certainly make life easier if he did give me his

head with a dry laugh. “I’m

he thinks he has the right to sound so bitter. Shouldn’t I be the bitter one? It’s

years. Three years. Why is he doing this now, after

tell you, Karl. I’m happy

toward me, a pleading look in his eyes. “Let’s just start over,” he says,

I move my arms behind my back, and he drops his to his side. “I can do better than

even about me. He just can’t stand the thought of another man

I’d take

why he left me in the first

back to the past,” I say. “I can’t focus all of my energy on you

in me before, then what about now? It’s even

approve of my restaurant business. He hated when I cooked just for

I have no intention of giving up the thing I love, especially just to get

I supposed to trust that he won’t just leave

nothing.

“We can start over.”

my expression. “No, I don’t

I get home that night, I’m exhausted. As usual, the restaurant was packed, and

around. I can’t wait to get off my feet and watch TV for a

couch when I walk in. He looks up at me and

babe,” he says, opening his

sink into his embrace and rest my head against

I can

of my mind. Before the anger,

“You okay?”

“It’s just

“Did something happen?”

close my eyes. His body is warm, and I have the feeling that

like this, he’ll have to carry me to bed sooner rather than later. It feels like I could