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.

comment, focusing on the golden brown mini quiches in

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

by the acrid smell

the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats blackened

my eyes filling with frustrated

hearing my outcry, finally pulled away from his phone. “What

his impatience palpable.

distracted,” I stammered, feeling small. “I

and irritation evident.

And you want me to

just a simple request,” I

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

in the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party, not just

turn of the year, but for us, as a couple,

mundanity of life that would reconnect

act of taking control, Karl

he had ordered curtly,

Without a word, I had stormed out

wasn’t about the burnt h

and overshadowed by the looming

and drawing me back out

help you.”

rubbing my temples. “Karl, I appreciate it, but

can head

gently extricate myself from his

I notice a

doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and an amused

eyes.

can go home,” I say, stifling a laugh. “You

off the doorframe, entering the office and closing the distance

a steely determination evident

you work yourself to the bone,” he

do.”

of me wants to

exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for

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

file all of this for payroll. After that, I’ve got

renewing