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.

to brush off his comment, focusing on the

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

by the acrid

oven, smoke billowing

exclaimed, my

finally pulled away from his phone. “What

his impatience palpable.

small. “I need to start over.

twisted, the weariness and irritation evident.

community. And you want me to

just a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident

Karl was already walking away. “This 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,

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

of

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

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at the

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

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

overshadowed by the looming

me a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve

you can

myself from his grip and head

in my chair, I notice a presence. I look

doorframe with his hands in his pockets and an amused

eyes.

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

pushes off the doorframe, entering the office and closing the distance between us. His deep

lock onto mine, a

just stand here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just

do.”

me wants to refuse,

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

relent, pointing at the towering pile of

After that, I’ve got to put in orders

renewing the