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

until, in my distraction, the h ors

by the acrid smell of burnt food.

opened the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats

I exclaimed, my eyes

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

his impatience palpable.

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

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

that impact the community. And you want

was just a simple request,” I

away. “This whole party, your insistence on doing

all just… silly.”

Silly.

My vision blurred with tears. I had

turn of the year, but for us, as a couple,

in the mundanity of life that would reconnect

final act of taking control, Karl

had ordered curtly, pointing at the kitchen

been the last straw for me. Without a

h ors d’oeuvres or

overshadowed by

Karl says, shooting me a slight smirk and drawing me back out

help you.”

but I’ve got this. You’ve already been

can

gently extricate myself from his grip and head back down

in my chair, I notice a presence. I

the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and

eyes.

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

entering the office and closing

lock onto mine, a steely determination

yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just

do.”

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

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

breath, I relent, pointing at the towering pile of paperwork on my

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

renewing