Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0359

I spend the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, trying to create some semblance of normalcy Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

after everything. I try to occupy myself with reading, but I can’t focus on the words on the page. I try

following a workout video, but I feel too tired. And I try to cook, but my hands shake as I try to chop the

vegetables.

With a sigh, I glance at the clock. It’s only four o’clock, but I need something to take the edge off, to

quiet the constant buzz of anxiety in my head.

I spot a bottle of red wine on the kitchen counter, and without a second thought, I grab it and a glass.

Pouring myself a generous portion, I take a sip, savoring the warmth that spreads through me.

With a glass of wine in hand, I decide to distract myself with a movie. I flip through N*****x, searching

for something lighthearted. Eventually, I settle on an old romantic comedy that always manages to

make me smile.

As the movie plays on the screen, I let myself get lost in the story, allowing the familiar dialogue and

cheesy plot to transport me to a different world. The wine has its intended effect, and I start to feel a bit

tipsy, the tension in my body slowly melting away.

But as the movie progresses, my thoughts keep drifting back to Karl. The memory of our earlier

conversation tugs at me, the abrupt way I hung up on him gnawing at my conscience. I wish he was

here, too, to share this movie and this bottle of wine with me.

And in my tipsy state, I want more than that. Our previous arrangement keeps floating through my

mind, and I can’t help but think about how we felt together that night that he stayed here.

Without thinking clearly, I reach for my phone on the coffee table and unlock it.

For a moment, I contemplate just putting the phone down and forgetting about it, but my need to talk to

Karl overrides my hesitation. I hit his number on speed dial and hold the phone to my ear, listening to

the ringtone.

It goes on for longer than I expected, and just as I’m about to hang up, it goes to voicemail. I let out a

sigh of frustration but decide to leave a message anyway.

“Hey,” I begin, my voice slightly slurred from the wine. “I just…”

I pause, not sure what I’m even planning on saying. What can I even say? “I want you here, because,

well, I want you?”

No. I can’t.

“I… wanted to tell you about what happened earlier,” I continue cautiously. “The footage was tampered

with. Listen, it’s a whole story, but… they think it was another Alpha and his Beta who plotted it. I don’t

know why. But they’re working on it, so that’s good, I guess.”

I take another sip of wine, trying to steady my nerves. “It might get a little dangerous here,” I add. “But

I’m okay. Sorry for hanging up on you earlier.”

With that, I end the call and place my phone back on the coffee table, my hand shaking slightly.

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And maybe it’s for the best.