Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 50: A Little Help
Abby

“You… Want to help?”

I’m taken aback. It’s not quite like Karl to willingly offer help, especially in the middle of the night like

this. In fact, the very thought of it instantly whisks me back to a memory that was buried in the deep

recesses of my mind from when we were married. novelbin

“Karl, could you pass me the pepper?” I had called out from our spa cious kitchen, my hands full as I

tried to juggle several trays of h ors d’oeuvres.

New Year’s Eve was tonight, and I had wanted to throw an unforgettable party for our friends. I had

spent days now focusing on my preparations. Everything had to be perfect.

The house was buzzing with energy. But instead of the joyful kind, it felt tense.

Karl’s se rvants moved around the house like shadows, silently and efficiently, executing his orders.

While I loved that our home came with a staff that made everything seem effortless, I wanted to be

involved in the preparations.

I wanted it to feel personal.

“Abby, let them handle it,” Karl had said, his voice strained.

His face was buried in his phone, undoubtedly dealing with some Alpha matters. The life of the leader

of our pack was never easy, and often the weight of it all rested heavily on his shoulders.

But this party was important to me. A fresh start, a new year, a way to reconnect with Karl after what

felt like months of him being distant.

“I want to do it,” I had insisted, rolling up my sleeves. “This is something I enjoy.”

Karl had only shot me a brief glance, his chocolatey eyes filled with the kind of exasperation you’d

expect from someone juggling the weight of the world.

“You always make things more difficult than they need to be,” he had muttered.

to brush off his comment, focusing on

distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were left for a tad

appetizing aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid

oven, smoke billowing

my eyes

from his phone. “What happened?” He surveyed

his impatience palpable.

feeling small. “I need to start over. Can you

evident. “Abby, I have

impact the community. And you want me

simple request,” I

away. “This whole party, your insistence on doing everything

all just… silly.”

Silly.

blurred with tears. I had wanted this

for the turn of the year, but for us, as a couple, to find our way back

mundanity of life that

Karl gestured for one of

had ordered curtly, pointing at the kitchen

for me. Without a word, I had stormed out of the kitchen, my

h ors d’oeuvres or even the party

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed

and drawing me back out of

help you.”

my temples. “Karl, I appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve already been working all

you can head

from his grip and head back down the

sitting back down in my chair, I notice a presence. I look up to see

against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and an amused look

eyes.

go home,” I say, stifling a laugh. “You don’t need to be

the office and closing the distance between us. His

lock onto mine, a

to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell me what I

do.”

me wants to refuse,

the one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for

a deep breath, I relent, pointing at the towering pile of paperwork on my

that, I’ve got to put in orders

renewing