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 mini quiches in the

the h

was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic

the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats blackened and

mn it!” I exclaimed, my

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

his impatience palpable.

I stammered, feeling small. “I need

expression twisted, the weariness and irritation evident.

that impact the community. And you want

I

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

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

of life that would

of taking control, Karl gestured

had ordered curtly,

Without a word, I had stormed out of

the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed by the

Karl says, shooting me a slight smirk and drawing me back out of my memory. “I, Karl, want

help you.”

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

can head

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

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

with his hands

eyes.

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

the doorframe, entering the office and closing

a steely determination evident in

stand here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists.

do.”

at his insistence. Part of me wants to refuse, to guard my problems

one that’s exhausted and

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

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

for renewing the liquor