Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby Karl’s arm loops around my waist, and he draws me closer, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Stay by my side tonight,” he says. “That’s all | ask; don’t leave me.”

My heart skips a beat, and a rosy blush tints my cheeks. After our romp in the snow, I can’t say no right now. My wolf probably wouldn't let me, anyway. “I will,” | say quietly. “Just for tonight.”

Karl smiles softly and then begins leading me through the throng of people. The air in here feels thicker now after being out in the cold woods, but it isn’t an entirely unwelcome change.

The memory of our exhilarating romp in the woods still lingers in my thoughts, leaving me with a heady mix of emotions. | can still feel his body tangled with mine, can still feel the sensation of his lips, cold from the winter air, against my skin. Out there, it was like a different world.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Out there, our breaths mixed in the air above us, our soft moans filling the silent woods.

“Karl,” | had murmured as his thick cock had worked its way into me, filling me to the brim. | can still hear the sounds of his soft grunts above me. | can still feel his hands on my throat, his fingers brushing my snow swept hair out of the way so he could kiss me as he moved on top of me.

And once again, I’m reminded of how things were before, back when things were good. Back when our passion for each other was unparalleled and when we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

| know that, if we get back together, it will be like that once again.

I steal a glance at Karl as we navigate the lively masquerade party, wondering what it would be like if | allowed myself to fully embrace this connection between us. Could | picture myself living in this grand house, indulging in the comforts of his love and support?

The notion of him funding a new restaurant for me here teases my imagination as well, whispering promises of a shared future. Part of me almost wants to accept. It could be a new beginning—the second new beginning I’ve experienced, rather.

And yet, guilt tugs at the edges of my conscience.

My restaurant in the city, despite the recent food poisoning scandal, has been flourishing. | hold firm to my belief that the true culprit will be exposed, and my business will reclaim its former glory.

| can’t abandon my loyal patrons and dedicated employees who rely on me, especially not during their time of need.

No, | can’t come back here. There’s no more room for ‘new beginnings’; and beside, this wouldn’t be a new beginning. It would be going back to the way things were before, back to the old version of Abby.

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“Drink?” he asks, nodding his head toward the bar. “I’m thirsty.” | nod, feeling grateful. “A drink would be nice right about now,” | say, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Champagne?” Karl chuckles. “Champagne it is.”

We make our way to the bar, where Karl orders us two glasses of champagne. | can’t deny my thi

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