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.

on the golden brown mini quiches in the

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

appetizing aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food.

opened the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats blackened and

it!” I exclaimed, my eyes filling with

finally pulled away from

his impatience palpable.

small. “I need to start over. Can you

irritation evident. “Abby, I

that impact the community. And you want me to roll

a simple request,” I murmured, hurt evident in my

“This whole party, your insistence on doing

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

but for us, as a couple,

in the mundanity of life that would

control, Karl gestured

had ordered curtly, pointing

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

h ors d’oeuvres or even the party preparations.

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed

a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

appreciate it, but I’ve got this.

can

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

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

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

eyes.

go home,” I say, stifling

and closing the distance between us.

a steely determination evident in

and watch you work yourself to the

do.”

me wants to refuse, to guard my problems and

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

breath, I relent, pointing at the towering

I’ve got to put

for renewing the