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.

off his comment, focusing on the golden brown mini quiches

my distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were left for a

the acrid smell of

billowing

I exclaimed, my

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

his impatience palpable.

stammered, feeling small. “I need to start over. Can you help

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

impact the community. And you want me

just a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in my

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

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

mundanity of life that

a final act of taking control, Karl gestured for

he had ordered curtly,

last straw for me. Without a word, I had stormed

burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party

overshadowed by the

and drawing me back out of my memory. “I, Karl,

help you.”

appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve already been working

you can

extricate myself from his

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

leaning against the doorframe with his hands in

eyes.

I said you can go home,” I say, stifling

office and

a steely determination evident

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

do.”

his insistence. Part of me wants to

one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed,

pointing at the towering pile of paperwork on my desk. “Okay,

for payroll. After that, I’ve

renewing the