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 golden brown mini quiches in the

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

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

the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats

I exclaimed, my eyes filling

pulled away from his phone. “What happened?” He surveyed the

his impatience palpable.

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

irritation evident. “Abby,

that impact the community. And you

a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in

already walking away. “This whole party, your

all just… silly.”

Silly.

blurred with tears. I had wanted this

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

the mundanity of life

act of taking control, Karl gestured for one

ordered curtly,

me. 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 preparations. It

unimportant, and overshadowed by the looming

a slight smirk and drawing me

help you.”

but I’ve

can head

from his grip and head back down

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

against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and an

eyes.

stifling a laugh.

office and closing

mine, a steely determination evident

and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he

do.”

heart flutters at his insistence. Part of me wants to

one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for an outstretched

a deep breath, I relent, pointing at the towering pile of paperwork on my desk. “Okay,

I’ve got to put

renewing the