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

the h ors d’oeuvres were left for

aroma was quickly replaced by the acrid smell of burnt

the oven, smoke billowing out, the

I exclaimed, my eyes filling with frustrated

from his

his impatience palpable.

small. “I need to

twisted, the weariness and irritation evident.

that impact the community. And you want

I murmured, hurt evident

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

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

or for the turn of the year, but for us, as a couple, to find

in the mundanity of

act of taking control, Karl gestured for one of

this,” he had ordered curtly, pointing at the

Without a word,

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

overshadowed by the looming

drawing me back

help you.”

sigh, rubbing my temples. “Karl, I appreciate it, but I’ve got this. You’ve already been working all

can

gently extricate myself from his grip

down in my chair, I notice a

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

eyes.

I said you can go home,” I say, stifling a laugh. “You don’t need to be

and closing

lock onto mine, a steely determination evident in

yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just

do.”

at his insistence. Part of me wants to refuse, to guard my problems

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

breath, I relent, pointing at the towering

After that, I’ve got to put

renewing the