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.

his comment, focusing on the golden brown mini quiches in

my distraction, the h ors

once appetizing aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic settled in

smoke billowing out, the treats blackened

mn it!” I exclaimed, my eyes filling

pulled away from his phone. “What happened?”

his impatience palpable.

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

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

impact the community. And you want me

I murmured,

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

word felt like a slap in the face. My vision blurred

for us, as a couple, to find our way back to each

in the mundanity of life that would

of taking control, Karl gestured for one

had ordered curtly, pointing at the

Without a word, I had stormed out of the kitchen, my

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

overshadowed by

shooting me a slight smirk and drawing me back out of my memory. “I,

help you.”

I appreciate it, but

you can head

can answer, I gently extricate myself from his

upon sitting back down in my chair, I notice a presence.

hands

eyes.

say, stifling a laugh.

and closing the distance between us. His deep

a

and watch you work yourself to the bone,”

do.”

me wants to refuse, to guard

the one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed,

I relent, pointing at the towering pile of paperwork

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

for renewing the liquor