Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0291

Abby

“Abby, I…”

Karl’s voice wavers ever so slightly, his words trailing off. There are a few moments that feel like an

eternity as his eyes dart around the room, and I feel like I can’t take it anymore.

“Karl, just say it!”

His eyes widen slightly as my voice raises an octave, but I’m not backing down. I need to know what

Logan meant; I need to know what this secret is that Karl seems to be keeping.

“Alright,” he finally says. “Can we sit down, though?”

I almost consider saying no, but the look in his eyes makes me soften. I nod and follow him over to the

couch, where we both sink down onto the cushions, or knees touching. I’m perched on the edge of the

seat, watching him intently as my fingers worry the hem of my shirt.

“Go on.”

He takes a deep breath, and finally he speaks.

“On the day of the competition, I wasn’t being completely truthful with you,” he says quietly. “Yes, it’s

true that I didn’t try to bribe the judges or anything like that. I did just want to talk to Logan. But the

things he said about you, Abby, I…”

Karl pauses, but I’m still watching intently, urging him silently to go on despite the pounding in my

chest.

Finally, he continues. “Abby, I don’t know how to put this, but Logan said that you had no passion,” he

says. “He said that you’re lazy, and that you foist off all of your cooking onto the men in your life.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I stare at him, disbelief and hurt washing over me in waves. Logan’s words, delivered with that

infuriating smirk, now take on a more painful clarity in my mind. I’ve always prided myself on my

dedication to my craft, and the idea that I’ve lost my passion and become lazy in my work is a harsh

blow.

“Why… Why didn’t you tell me this, Karl?” I manage to spit out. My voice trembles with a mix of anger

and disappointment. “You promised we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. I thought you would be

honest with me.”

Karl rubs his temples, a pained expression on his face. “I didn’t tell you the truth that day because…

because I wanted to protect you, Abby. I didn’t want to crush your spirit. I meant to tell you later, but

you were so heartbroken that I just couldn’t do it.”

I bristle at his words, my frustration bubbling to the surface. I stand without meaning to, my hands

clenched into two tight balls at my sides. “I’m not some fragile princess who needs to be coddled, Karl.

I would have preferred to know the truth, even if it stung. How could you keep this from me?”

Karl’s shoulders slump, and he sighs heavily. “I know, Abby. I should have been honest with you, and

for that I’m sorry.”

The room falls into a tense silence as we both process what has been said. My mind is racing, and I

can’t help but wonder what else Karl might be hiding from me. The trust between us feels fragile, and

I’m not sure how to mend it right now.

But what hurts even more is what Logan said about my passion. It feels like a blow that was aimed

directly at me, and I don’t know how to handle it.

And the even more painful thing is that maybe, just maybe, Logan isn’t wrong.

Ever since I opened this restaurant, my involvement in the kitchen has dwindled more and more by the

day. I started off being the head chef, but lately I’ve been more of a manager than anything. I don’t

want to believe Logan’s words, but maybe he’s onto something.

Finally, Karl speaks up again, his voice resigned. “And if you want me to be honest, Abby, I’ll be honest.

There’s something else I feel I should tell you.”

I meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest as my mind wracks what else he could possibly have

to tell me. “Go on,” I say hesitantly.

Karl takes a deep breath before he speaks. “I wasn’t just at a family event today,” he says. “I was

holding a luncheon today… a luncheon to meet potential candidates for a date for the Alpha party, and

possibly a future Luna down the road.”

My eyes widen, and I feel a pang of hurt deep in my chest. It’s a stark reminder of what has transpired

between Karl and me—and what can never transpire again.

I want to scream, to cry, to tell him not to do it. But is that really my place? He’s an Alpha; of course

he’s expected to have a Luna, and our love has run its course. And I can’t really be mad at him; it’s his

right to find a new wife. After all, I did have a new fiance, Adam, until recently.

I swallow hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “I see.”

Karl’s expression is a mixture of surprise and sadness as he looks up at me. “Are you... angry?”

Karl’s shoulders slump even further, and he looks down at the floor. “I understand, Abby. I should have

been more open with you.”

And I should be happy for myself that, despite the odds, I got a second chance to cater the Alpha party

—a second chance which, from the looks of things, went pretty well.

Finally, Karl stands and clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Well, I should be going,” he

says softly. “Congratulations on your performance tonight, Abby. I hope all of your dreams come true.”

Content of Draмąոovels.com

I force a small smile, my eyes welling up with tears that I refuse to let fall. “Thank you, Karl. I wish you

well on your new romantic journey.”

When we finally pull apart, he looks at me one last time, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions that I

can’t quite read, as though he’s put up a wall between us. “Goodnight, Abby.”

“Goodnight, Karl,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper.

I watch him leave, feeling an ache in my chest that feels like a bullet wound. And as the door clicks

shut behind him, I can no longer contain the tear that rolls down my cheek.