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.

his comment, focusing on the golden brown mini quiches in the

was going well, until, in my distraction, the h ors d’oeuvres were left for a tad too

the acrid smell of

billowing out, the treats

my eyes

away from his

his impatience palpable.

small. “I need to start

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

And you want me to roll

was just a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in

whole party, your insistence

all just… silly.”

Silly.

vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party, not just for

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

in the mundanity of life that

act of taking control, Karl gestured

curtly,

been the last straw for me. Without a word, I had

the burnt h ors d’oeuvres

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed by the

drawing me

help you.”

it, but I’ve got this. You’ve

you can head

from his grip and head back down the hallway

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

the doorframe with his hands in his

eyes.

stifling a laugh. “You don’t need to be

and closing the distance

onto mine, a steely determination evident

just stand here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell me

do.”

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

that’s exhausted and overwhelmed,

I relent, pointing at the towering pile of paperwork

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

for renewing