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.

focusing on the golden brown mini

well, until, in my distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were left

once appetizing aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell

billowing out, the

my eyes filling with

away from

his impatience palpable.

I got distracted,” I stammered, feeling small. “I need to start over.

weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I have

the community. And you want me

I murmured, hurt evident in my

was already walking away. “This whole party, your insistence on

all just… silly.”

Silly.

the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had

for us, as a couple, to find our

in the mundanity of life that would

final act of taking control, Karl gestured for one of his

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at

a word, I had stormed out

It wasn’t about the burnt h ors d’oeuvres

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed by

and drawing me back out of my

help you.”

I appreciate it, but

you can head

I gently extricate myself from his grip and head

down in my chair, I notice

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

eyes.

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

the office and closing the distance between us. His deep

mine, a

watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell

do.”

at his insistence. Part of me wants to refuse, to

the one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed,

the towering

I’ve got to put in orders for ingredients, and then

renewing