Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0223

Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding inside my head—a

lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already pretty drunk last night by

the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I thought one more drink

was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass

of whiskey—no ice—which I proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy

movie I found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully awake yet.

When I finally crack open my eyes, the red digits of the bedside clock glare back at me: 7:15 a.m.

“Shit,” I groan, rubbing my eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking again.”

My wolf grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed by my laziness. “You always say that, and then a This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

week from now, you’ll be saying that a ‘little whiskey never hurt anybody.’”

I roll my eyes, running a hand through my unkempt hair. “Thanks, Captain Obvious. I swear, it’s like

drinking a sleeping pill or something. I can never get up early enough when I drink, and yet I also feel

like I didn’t sleep a wink.”

My wolf chuckles softly. “Maybe so, but you should get up. You might want to check on Abby before the

cook-off.”

Abby. Just the mere mention of her name sends a weird tingle down my spine. Memories of last night

come flooding back in. She looked so beautiful standing next to me in the alley, leaning against the

brick wall, her blonde hair awash like the sunset in the light of the streetlamps.

I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not after what happened last time, and

especially not when she has this competition to worry about today.

“Yeah,” I say, although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea to bug her right now. She’s probably

already at the studio, caught up in a whirlwind of preparations for the competition. I’ll see her later while

I’m watching the competition from the audience.”

Ah, the audience. I wanted to give Abby a little surprise, so I bought a front-row ticket. Actually, I bought

tickets for everybody. I figure she will be looking for a familiar face when she steps off the stage, crystal

trophy in hand—because she’ll be winning first place, I’m sure of it.

“Yeah, well, it wouldn’t hurt to send a text,” my wolf says. “Something nice to wish her luck before the

competition. Then you can focus on seeing her in person at the event. It’s a nice gesture, and she

might appreciate it. Especially since you’re leaving soon…”

I consider my wolf’s words, agreeing inwardly. I am going to be leaving soon, so leaving a good

impression before I go might be a good move. Who knows, maybe I can convince her to come back

with me. But I’m not holding my breath.

“Just think of it this way,” my wolf continues, “if you show your support today, she’ll be so grateful for

you. And maybe, after the cook-off…”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I growl, pushing my fists lightly into my eyes. “Fine, I’ll text her.”

My wolf bristles with excitement. “Good.”

Sighing, I roll over and reach for my phone.

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