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

in my distraction, the h

quickly replaced by the acrid smell of

oven, smoke billowing out, the treats blackened and

I exclaimed, my eyes

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

his impatience palpable.

“I need to

the weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I have

the community. And you want me to

was just a simple request,” I murmured,

whole party, your insistence on doing

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

or for the turn of the year, but for us, as

of life that

a final act of taking control, Karl gestured for

had ordered curtly, pointing at

been the last straw for me. Without a word, I had stormed out

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

overshadowed by the looming ‘Alpha

slight smirk and drawing me back out of

help you.”

it, but I’ve got this. You’ve already

you can

extricate myself from his grip and head back

chair, I

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

eyes.

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

pushes off the doorframe, entering the office and closing the

mine, a steely determination evident

you work yourself to

do.”

Part of me wants to refuse, to guard my problems

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

pointing at the towering pile of

payroll. After that, I’ve got to put in orders for ingredients,

renewing the