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 the

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

once appetizing aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell

smoke billowing out, the

mn it!” I exclaimed, my eyes filling with

pulled away from his phone.

his impatience palpable.

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

twisted, the weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I

And you want

I murmured, hurt evident in

was already walking away. “This whole party, your insistence

all just… silly.”

Silly.

My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party,

of the year, but for us, as a couple, to find our way back to each other. To

of life that

of taking control, Karl

this,” he had ordered curtly,

a word, I had stormed out of the kitchen,

with each step. It wasn’t about the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party preparations.

unimportant, and overshadowed by the

a slight smirk and drawing me

help you.”

it, but I’ve got this. You’ve

you can head

answer, I gently extricate myself from his grip and head back down the

down in my chair, I notice a presence. I look up to see Karl standing

with his hands in his pockets and

eyes.

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

and closing

mine, a

just stand here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he

do.”

heart flutters at his insistence. Part of me wants to

that’s exhausted and overwhelmed,

I relent, pointing at the towering pile

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

renewing the