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.

brush off his comment, focusing on the

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

replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic settled in as

opened the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats blackened and

exclaimed, my eyes filling with frustrated

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

his impatience palpable.

“I need to start

twisted, the weariness and irritation evident. “Abby,

the community. And you

just a simple request,” I murmured,

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

blurred with tears.

year, but for us, as a couple, to find our

of

taking control, Karl gestured for one

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at

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

burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party

and overshadowed

says, shooting me a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

“Karl, I appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve already been

you can head

can answer, I gently extricate myself from

sitting back down in my chair, I

leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his

eyes.

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

off the doorframe, entering the office and closing

mine, a

work yourself to the bone,” he insists.

do.”

of me

exhausted

towering

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

renewing the