Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby

I wake up early the next morning, my body feeling surprisingly refreshed despite the events of the past few days. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light filtering through the curtains, and I can hear the gentle rustling of leaves outside the window.

With a yawn, I stretch my limbs, feeling the tension in my muscles from the ordeal slowly dissipate. Tomorrow is Saturday, the day of the holiday party. My dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door along with the mask, and I roll over, looking up at the way the fabric gleams in the golden rays of the morning sun.

But then, my thoughts from last night start to float back. I want to get back into training again, and I'm feeling better now.

So why not get started today?

Deciding to make the most of this peaceful morning, I decide to head over to the home gym in the mansion. It's been a while since I've worked out, and I'm itching to move my body. So, after quickly brushing my teeth and pulling my hair back into a sleek ponytail, I grab the leggings I've packed. I furrow my brow as I see that I've only packed an oversized t-shirt, which isn't the most ideal workout top, but it's all I have.

Once I'm dressed, I make my way over to the gym. The tall double glass doors let the sunshine seep through into the hallway, and as soon as I swing them open, the smell of leather and metal hits my senses and sends a rush of nostalgia through my body.

As I step inside, memories flood back.

Karl and I used to work out in here together all of the time; in fact, up until the distance started growing between us, working out together was part of our daily routine. Karl would always lift heavy weights while I would opt for things like yoga and calisthenics, and we'd finish with a hot, sweaty run on the treadmills...

Followed by other hot, sweaty activities right on the mats.

I can't help but blush as I let the door swing shut behind me, remembering everything that went on here back before the divorce.

It doesn't help any that the room hasn't changed much since I was last here, either. The state-of- the-art equipment still gleams, and the walls are lined with mirrors.

Sighing softly to myself, I grab a yoga mat from the rack and unroll it on the floor, ready to start with some gentle stretches before moving on to some light cardio and weights just to get my body used to the feeling again.

As I begin to stretch, I hear the door open, and I look up to see Karl walking in.

My heart skips a beat as I take in his appearance. He's shirtless, his muscles defined in the golden rays of the sun coming through the enormous windows. His dark hair is tousled, and there's a determined look in his eyes.

I quickly avert my gaze, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Morning,” I greet him, trying to sound casual. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Karl chuckles, a deep, husky sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I could say the same about you, Abby. What made you decide to work out today? Shouldn't you be recovering?”

I clear my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “Well, after what happened, I realized that I've gotten out of shape. My wolf has been dormant for years, I haven't had proper training, and I spend most of my time running my restaurant. I want to be better prepared to protect myself. And... I'm feeling better today, so I figured some exercise wouldn't hurt.”

Karl smirks and approaches me, his presence dominating the room. “That's a good decision, Abby. But remember to take it easy today. We don't want you hurting yourself, now do we?”

I blush again at the sound of his husky voice and I begin my stretching routine. But it's hard to focus when Karl is nearby, his sculpted body moving with grace as he starts his own workout. I steal glances at him when I think he won't notice, and I can't help but feel a surge of attraction.