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

in my distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres

the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic settled in as

opened the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats

exclaimed, my eyes filling with

from his

his impatience palpable.

I stammered, feeling small. “I need to

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

the community. And

a simple request,” I murmured,

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

as a couple, to find our way back to each

the mundanity of life that would

final act of taking control, Karl gestured for one of his se

curtly, pointing at

a word, I had stormed out of the

the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or

and overshadowed

me a slight smirk and drawing me back out of my

help you.”

but I’ve

you can

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

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

hands in his pockets and an amused look in

eyes.

home,” I say, stifling a laugh.

office and closing the distance between us. His deep

mine, a steely determination evident

to the bone,” he

do.”

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

part, the one that’s exhausted and

at the towering pile of paperwork

that, I’ve got to put in orders for ingredients, and then

for renewing the