Werewolf



Karl

 

       I put down the stack of papers and lean back in my chair. I’ve spent the better part of the morning going over the report from my investigators, and I’m still struggling to wrap my head around everything they found.

       It seems like Abby has had a tough couple of years. Even though her father gave her a generous severance package, his business has clearly been struggling. He even had to sell their house, something I know must have been hard for Abby, who spent her childhood there. 

Her father was a supplier for the former Alpha, and her family was very wealthy as a result. When we married, though, she offered to change suppliers to avoid suspicion. 

We didn’t want people to see me as a selfish Alpha. I don’t think either of us realized how much of a strain that would put on her father’s business, even if he was completely understanding of our decision.

After our



Abby

 

I stand with my hands on my hips, watching a group of law enforcement officers pour into my restaurant. 

One of them approaches me, a stern expression on her face. “Mam, you need to shut down this restaurant immediately and straighten out your practice.”

“Pardon?” I say, looking around with wide eyes. I can’t believe my ears.

“The restaurant needs to be closed for the month.” 

I lower my hands. “Please, I can’t do that,” I say. “I have customers with reservations, and regulars that are expecting to be seated. I can’t just close for a month.”

Just the thought of doing so makes me feel a little sick. The last thing I want is to let my customers down, and who knows what negative effects it could have on my business long term. 

“Please, officer–” I start, but she waves me off. She looks completely unmoved by my pleas.

“You have a food safety problem here.”

“No.” I shake my



Karl

 

       Tiffany’s mouth drops open. She looks at me with some panic, but I don’t know what to say. I’m equally, if not more, shocked than she is. 

       “Are you kidding me?” she says. “You’re the owner of this place?” 

       Abby exchanges a glance with the man beside her. He shifts uncomfortably, looking for a chance to escape.

       “Occasionally,” she replies. “I’m also the chef.”

       I look at her for a long moment, something heavy sitting on my chest. “Can we talk alone?”

       Her gaze finds mine, and she frowns at the look on my face. After a moment, she glances down at her watch. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant is really busy tonight. I have to get to another customer.” 

       She leans closer to the man beside her, and they talk for a moment in low voices. I clench my jaw, annoyed at the sight of them standing so close. Are they together or are they just colleagues?

       “Thanks, Abby,” he says finally. He gives us a weary look as he moves around us and exits the restaurant. 

       “Abby–” I start, but the door behind us opens, cutting me off. 

       A woman walks in, and Abby’s face lights up at the sight of her. She’s dressed in a flattering black dress, with one of the biggest diamond necklaces I’ve ever seen. Her gaze finds Tiffany and me. She looks us up and down, then dismisses us completely. Beside me, Tiffany bristles. 

       Abby greets her warmly, giving her a hug. “Hi, how are you?” she says. 

       I clench my hands into fists. I can almost feel the heat of her body as the memory of holding her in my arms comes back to me. She gave the best hugs. After a hard day, there was nothing I wanted more than to hold her in my arms, and it always made me feel better. I haven’t realized just how much I’ve missed that until now.

       “I’m great, honey. How are you?” The lady returns her hug, then takes a step back. “I know I was just here the other night, but I couldn’t resist.”

       The smile Abby gives her brings back more memories than I’d care to admit. I used to make her smile like that. Now the way she looks at me makes me feel like I’m slowly suffocating.

       “What did you think of our new dish?” Abby asks.

       “Excellent, Abby. Truly,” the woman replies.

       Tiffany and I don’t speak as we watch Abby lead the woman to her table, then move over to the bar. I’m not even sure what we’re still doing here, but I can’t bring myself to leave. 

       Abby circles back a few moments later with a drink, placing it down at the women's table. They chat amiably for a moment, before Abby moves on to the customers beside her. It’s clear she’s good at her job, and that her customers like her. 

       I hate to admit it to myself, but I missed seeing her like this. She was always such a ball of energy–always busy around the house, making it ‘just so,’ as she always said. Everything had to be perfect. She spent her days building our home and making it comfortable, and I never really appreciated it until I started coming home to a silent, cold house. 

       Tiffany turns to me, and I brace myself. Tiffany, when she’s annoyed, is something no man wants to deal with, not even an Alpha. She levels me with a glare. “Karl, you’re ruining my chance to show off with my friends. Of course, your ex-wife just had to own this restaurant. Are you kidding me?”

       “Shut up, Tiffany,” I say, wearily. 

       I wait a moment, my eyes tracking Abby as she moves through the room, becoming more desperate to speak with her by the minute. Eventually, I realize she’s not going to talk to me. She doesn’t return to the desk, and a woman with olive skin and a sharp black bob takes her place, giving the two of us a bland smile. 

       Abby stops at a nearby table, chatting amiably to the men seated there, and my heart clenches. I’m not sure, but I think I recognize one of the men smiling up at her. 

       You need to get her back, my wolf growls. If you ignore me again, there will be trouble.

       I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I really need to get out of here. The more time I spend in Abby’s presence, the more I want to fold her into my arms and pretend the last few years never happened, that the betrayal never happened. But it did. 

       Damn, have you seriously forgotten why we separated? I say. I can’t stop the pictures of her and the gardener from running through my mind. There was so much evidence, and my wolf knows it. I don’t get why he’s so adamant I get her back. 

       Our wolves are fated mates, my wolf replies. Our bond isn’t completely gone. I can feel it.

       I start to protest, but he cuts me off. If you don’t listen to me, he growls. I’ll kill Tiffany. I don’t bother to wonder if he’ll actually do it. I know he will. As much as my cousin annoys me sometimes, I don’t want harm to come to her, especially not at the claws of my own wolf. 

       Fine, I snarl. A sharp pain pierces my head and I rub my temples. I can already tell this headache is going to be a bad one. I’m suddenly desperate to get out of here.

       As much as I want to protect Tiffany, I also can’t help but admit that I miss Abby, too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone so many years without a new Luna. I haven’t been able to move on, and after seeing her again, I don’t know if I ever will be able to. It’s clear that my wolf won’t, so what hope is there for me?

       After the divorce, I deliberately avoided any information about her. It hurt too much to know what she was up to, so I removed all traces of her from the house and mentioning her became forbidden. I even moved to a different villa, desperate to get away from any memory of her. Now, I wish I knew what she’d been doing all these years, and how she ended up here, the owner of her own restaurant. 

       We’ll start an investigation again, I concede to my wolf. But I’m not expecting much.

I can feel my wolf’s triumph, despite my skeptical words. It’s clear he thinks she didn’t do it. That, even with all the evidence, she’s innocent. I can’t imagine that being true, but if he’s going to force me to look into it, then so be it. 

Tiffany huffs in annoyance and pushes her way out of the restaurant. It’s clear she’s realized she’s not going to get her way, not even with the restaurant manager that’s taken Abby’s place. It’s clear that the boss's word is final. I can’t help the small rush of pride I feel. 

Don’t get too hopeful, I tell my wolf.

Whatever you say.

I growl in response, desperate to convey my skepticism, but my hands are trembling.

 

 

 


Karl
 
       I put down the stack of papers and lean back in my chair. I’ve spent the better part of the morning going over the report from my investigators, and I’m still struggling to wrap my head around everything they found.
       It seems like Abby has had a tough couple of years. Even though her father gave her a generous severance package, his business has clearly been struggling. He even had to sell their house, something I know must have been hard for Abby, who spent her childhood there. 
Her father was a supplier for the former Alpha, and her family was very wealthy as a result. When we married, though, she offered to change suppliers to avoid suspicion. 
We didn’t want people to see me as a selfish Alpha. I don’t think either of us realized how much of a strain that would put on her father’s business, even if he was completely understanding of our decision.
After our divorce, Abby started as a backroom apprentice at a restaurant. By doing so, she managed to sav

#Chapter 8 - The Truth