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.

off his comment, focusing on the golden

well, until, in my distraction, the h

replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food. Panic settled

the oven, smoke billowing out,

mn it!” I exclaimed, my

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

his impatience palpable.

“I need to start over. Can

irritation evident. “Abby,

community. And

I

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

in the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted

us, as

the mundanity of life that would reconnect

taking control, Karl gestured for one of his se

this,” he had ordered curtly,

last straw for me. Without a word, I had

with each step. It wasn’t about the burnt h ors d’oeuvres or even the party

and overshadowed by the looming ‘Alpha

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

myself from his grip and head back down the

I

doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets

eyes.

say, stifling a laugh. “You

the doorframe, entering the office and closing the distance between us.

onto mine, a steely

you work yourself to the

do.”

heart flutters at his insistence. Part of me

one that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns for an

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

of this for payroll. After that, I’ve

for renewing