Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0334

Abby

I wake up in the soft morning light, nestled in the warmth of Karl’s strong arms. It’s a comforting feeling,

one that makes me want to nuzzle closer to him, seeking his closeness. But as the haze of sleep

begins to lift, reality comes crashing down on me like a wave.

I still remember what we did last night. I can still feel the sensation of his body moving on top of me, my

nails digging into his back, our lips locked in an endless battle. God, I haven’t felt like that in years. I

forgot how good we were together, how our chemistry was so innate and natural.

And yet, in the light of the morning, it feels like I moved too fast, like I made a mistake.

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I quickly untangle myself from Karl’s arms and scramble out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Panic sets in as I try to justify the actions of last night, but there are no justifications. It just sort of

happened, as though instinct took over.

My wolf is still present in the back of my mind, pleased with what she urged me to do.

Karl stirs and blinks sleepily at me. “Abby, what’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky and gravelly with

sleep in that way that always made me crumble when we were together.

I swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “We shouldn’t have... last night, I mean,” I stammer, my

cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Karl props himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching my body. I suddenly come to the realization

that I’m still wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and no bra, and I quickly run over to my dresser

and pull out an oversized t-shirt to cover myself.

When I turn back to face him, he’s still sitting there, looking more puzzled than ever.

“Why shouldn’t we have?” he asks, confusion clouding his handsome face. “I thought you enjoyed it.”

I can’t meet his gaze. It’s too embarrassing. “Because... because it was a mistake,” I admit, my voice

barely a whisper.

Karl’s brow furrows, and he gets out of bed. He’s still in his underwear, and seeing him like this makes

my face turn beet red. I start picturing us together again, the idea of sharing an intimate morning

together filling my mind. The very thought of it makes my heart race.

“Abby—”

“I, uh, should go,” I murmur, quickly turning away as he approaches me, a desperate attempt to not

look at his morning wood straining through his briefs.

But he just chuckles as I try to scurry away. “Abby, you live here. Where exactly do you plan on going?”

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say, stepping toward him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get

dressed and—”

As I try to scurry past, he suddenly steps in my way. He towers over me as he stands in the doorway,

looking down at me. It’s all I can do not to look at his nude body. “Abby, you don’t need to pretend,” he

says, his tone a bit mischievous. “I know you liked it last night. Those sounds you made…” Coոtent of

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“Abby.” His voice is low and gravelly. He steps toward me with authority, backing me up against the

wall.