Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0130

“Karl,” Gianna says once they’re gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should come to

dinner tonight. We need to discuss a few more things.”

I look up at her. There’s something off about her tone, something I can’t quite place. Maybe because of NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

that, I wind up making a snap decision. “You know what?” I say, standing. “That’s an excellent idea.

We’ll hold a dinner at my house tonight.”

For a moment, a peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a mix of surprise and

something else I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a professional smile.

“Very well, sir. I’ll see you tonight.”

…

As I settle into the leather seat of my car, the engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull out of the

parking lot. My fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through the events of the day.

Abby’s return home for the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled criticism, Gianna’s strange behavior—

each thought competes for attention, but it's Abby who ultimately wins out.

My wolf stirs, breaking his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could be a good

opportunity. A date with Abby, gaining her approval back.”

I chuckle softly, already ahead of him. “That was the goal, my friend. I’m even thinking of taking her out

shopping for a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no price tag too hefty.”

Memories flood back: me buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry, whisking her off

on surprise getaways. I loved spoiling her, loved the shine it would bring to her eyes, or so I believed.

“But did Abby ever really enjoy being spoiled?” My wolf’s question catches me off guard.

I sigh, taking a moment to shift through years of memories and moments. Then it hits me. A flashback

steals over my thoughts.

We were younger then, still grappling with the early years of our relationship and my role as Alpha. I

had missed our anniversary dinner due to an urgent Alpha matter. When I returned home late that

night, I found her in our bedroom, crying softly into her pillow.

In an effort to make it up to her, I went out the next day and bought an expensive diamond necklace. I

was certain it would cheer her up, that the sheer extravagance would wipe away her tears and

disappointment.

But when she opened the box, her face fell.

“Karl, return it,” she said, her voice filled with a sadness I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked, confused, maybe even a little offended.

“Because you can’t buy my love,” she replied. “You always think that you can just… shower me with all

the necklaces, bags, or gifts you want. But the truth is, I’d never appreciate them as much as spending

quality time with you.”

At the time, I thought she was being petty, maybe even bordering on ridiculous. Couldn’t she see these

gifts were expressions of my love, my commitment?

The memory fades, leaving a bittersweet ache in its wake. That’s when the realization hits me: my wolf

is right.

Maybe I can’t buy Abby’s love. Maybe what she truly wanted, what she might still want, is something

money can’t buy. My time, my presence, my love expressed not through material things but through

actions, small and significant alike. It’s proven itself right so far, hasn’t it?

I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening. It’s a harsh realization, one that strikes at the core of

what I believed love could be, what it should be. In this moment, I make a decision.

“Alright,” I murmur out loud, more to myself than to my wolf. “Fine. No shopping spree, no extravagant

gifts. Just me and Abby, spending quality time together.”

My wolf hums approvingly, a low, resonant sound that vibrates through our shared consciousness. “It’s

a start,” he says.