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

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

by the acrid

billowing out,

my eyes filling with

finally pulled away from

his impatience palpable.

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

evident. “Abby, I have Alpha matters

the community. And you

simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in

already walking away. “This whole party, your insistence

all just… silly.”

Silly.

a slap in the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party,

or for the turn of the year, but for us, as

mundanity of

final act of taking control, Karl gestured for one

ordered curtly,

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

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

overshadowed by the

me a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve

you can head

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

down in my chair, I notice a presence. I look up to see Karl standing

hands in his pockets and an amused look in

eyes.

you can go home,” I say, stifling a

doorframe, entering the office and closing

lock onto mine, a steely determination evident

work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell me what

do.”

Part of me wants to refuse, to guard my problems

exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for

towering pile of paperwork on my

for payroll. After that, I’ve

renewing the