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

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

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

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

I exclaimed, my eyes filling

finally pulled away from his

his impatience palpable.

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

evident. “Abby, I

And you want me to roll

simple request,” I murmured, hurt

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

all just… silly.”

Silly.

felt like a slap in the face. My vision blurred with tears. I had wanted

but for us, as a couple, to find our way back to

of life that would

act of taking control, Karl

ordered curtly, pointing at the

for me. Without a word, I had stormed out of the kitchen, my

h ors

and overshadowed by the

drawing me

help you.”

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

can

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

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

doorframe with his hands in his pockets and an amused

eyes.

go home,” I say, stifling a laugh. “You don’t

entering the office and closing the distance

mine, a steely determination evident in

stand here and watch you work yourself to the bone,” he insists. “Just tell me

do.”

me wants to refuse, to guard my problems and

that’s exhausted and overwhelmed, yearns

deep breath, I relent, pointing at the towering

to file all of this for payroll. After that, I’ve

for renewing the liquor