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 golden

well, until, in my distraction, the h

aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of

the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats

exclaimed, my eyes filling with frustrated

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

his impatience palpable.

I got distracted,” I stammered, feeling small. “I need to start

evident. “Abby, I have Alpha

that impact the community. And you want

just a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident

away. “This whole party,

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

or for the turn of the year, but for us, as a couple, to find our way back to

of life that would

of taking control, Karl gestured

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at the kitchen

a

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

and overshadowed by the

Karl says, shooting me a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

“Karl, I appreciate it, but I’ve got

can

from his grip and head back down

in my chair, I notice a presence. I look up

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

eyes.

can go home,” I say, stifling a

the office and closing the distance between

onto mine, a steely determination evident in

work yourself to the bone,”

do.”

his insistence. Part of me wants to

one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for

pointing at the towering pile of paperwork on

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

for renewing the