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 brown

the h ors d’oeuvres

was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt food.

the oven, smoke billowing out, the treats

it!” I exclaimed, my eyes

pulled away from his phone. “What happened?” He

his impatience palpable.

“I need to start

the weariness and irritation evident. “Abby, I

And you want me to

request,” I

was already walking away. “This whole party, your insistence on doing

all just… silly.”

Silly.

in the face. My vision blurred with

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

the mundanity of life that would

of taking control, Karl gestured for one of his se

had ordered curtly,

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

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

unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed by

a slight smirk and drawing

help you.”

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

you can head

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

I notice a presence. I look up to see Karl

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

eyes.

said you can go home,” I say, stifling a

and closing the distance

a steely determination evident in

work yourself to the bone,” he insists.

do.”

flutters at his insistence. Part of me wants to refuse, to

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

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

I’ve got to put in orders for

for renewing the liquor