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.

brush off his comment, focusing on the golden brown

in my distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were

quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic settled in

billowing out, the treats blackened

I exclaimed, my

from his phone. “What happened?” He surveyed

his impatience palpable.

I stammered, feeling small. “I need to start over.

irritation evident. “Abby, I have Alpha

the community. And you want me to roll

simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in my

Karl was already walking away. “This whole

all just… silly.”

Silly.

blurred with tears. I

for the turn of the year, but for us, as a couple, to find our way back to each other. To

of life that

final act of taking control, Karl gestured for one

had ordered curtly, pointing at the

for me. Without a word, I had stormed out

It wasn’t about the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed by the looming

drawing me back

help you.”

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

you can head

Karl can answer, I gently extricate myself from his grip

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

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

eyes.

can go home,” I say, stifling a laugh. “You don’t need to

and closing the distance between us.

a steely determination evident

watch you work yourself to the

do.”

me wants to refuse, to guard my problems

exhausted and

towering pile of paperwork

all of this for payroll. After that, I’ve got to put in

renewing the