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.

his comment, focusing on the golden brown

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

by the acrid smell

smoke billowing

my eyes

my outcry, finally pulled away from his phone. “What happened?” He surveyed the

his impatience palpable.

“I need to start over. Can you help

weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I

impact the community. And

simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this

us, as a couple, to

the mundanity of

final act of taking control, Karl gestured for one

he had ordered curtly, pointing

Without a word,

about the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party preparations.

overshadowed by the looming ‘Alpha

drawing me back out of my memory. “I, Karl, want

help you.”

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

you can head

I gently extricate myself from his grip and

I notice a presence. I look up to

leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets

eyes.

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

doorframe, entering the office and closing the distance

mine, a

work yourself to the bone,” he insists.

do.”

his insistence. Part of me wants

But another part, the one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns

the towering pile of paperwork

that, I’ve got to put in

renewing the liquor