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.

focusing on the

distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were left for

quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food.

billowing out,

exclaimed, my

from his phone. “What happened?” He surveyed

his impatience palpable.

“I need to

the weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I have Alpha matters to attend

that impact the community. And

I murmured, hurt evident

walking away. “This whole party, your insistence on doing

all just… silly.”

Silly.

word felt like a slap in the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party, not

for us, as a couple,

the mundanity of life that would reconnect

act of taking control, Karl

had ordered curtly, pointing at the

the last straw for me. Without a word, I

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

unimportant, and overshadowed by the looming ‘Alpha

me a slight smirk and drawing me back out

help you.”

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

can head

extricate myself from his

But upon sitting back down in my chair, I notice a presence. I look up to

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

eyes.

home,” I say, stifling a laugh.

the doorframe, entering the office and closing the distance

mine, a steely determination evident in

here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell me what I

do.”

flutters at his insistence. Part of me wants to refuse, to

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

towering pile of paperwork on my desk. “Okay, first,

for payroll. After that, I’ve got to

renewing the