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 mini quiches

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

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

billowing out, the treats

I exclaimed, my eyes

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

his impatience palpable.

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

and irritation evident. “Abby, I have

the community. And you want me to

simple request,” I murmured, hurt

“This whole party,

all just… silly.”

Silly.

the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted this party, not just

of the year, but for us, as a

the mundanity of life that

of taking control, Karl gestured for one of his se

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at the kitchen

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

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

feeling unheard, unimportant, and overshadowed

says, shooting me a slight smirk and drawing me back out of

help you.”

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

can head

extricate myself from

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

with his hands

eyes.

stifling a laugh. “You don’t need to

the doorframe, entering the office and

a steely determination evident in

stand here and watch you work yourself to

do.”

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

the one that’s exhausted and

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

After that, I’ve

renewing the liquor