Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 85: Housemaid
Abby

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a m ental roadmap for tonight’s three-course

extravaganza as I mumble under my breath.

“Sauvignon Blanc with the salmon… Hmm… Maybe I should prepare cappuccinos with the torte for

dessert…”

Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Karl, bags of groceries in hand. Gianna, his ever-present

secretary, trails closely behind him.

My heart does a little dance at the sight of Karl, a knee-jerk reaction I’ve never been able to fully quell.

Even with my wolf being asleep, the presence he creates when he walks into a room always makes her

lurch in my mind, as though she can always sense him in her sleep.

In a way, it’s frustrating. I want to yell at my wolf for leaving me alone and then momentarily

reappearing every time the man who broke my heart walks into the room, but I know it won’t do any

good.

However, something else is on my mind right now. I can’t help but notice how well they seem to get

along, Gianna laughing at something Karl has just said. A pang of jealousy surges through me.

“Hey, Abby. Got everything you asked for,” Karl announces, setting the bags on the countertop.

I shake off the jealousy, reminding myself that Karl and I are just friends now. “Thank you, both of you.

This means a lot to me.”

“It’s nothing,” Karl replies, a softness in his eyes that makes my stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia

and longing. “Need anything else?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be cordial. “How are

you doing, Gianna?”

“I’m fine,” she responds tersely, a frosty undertone to her voice. Then, shifting her attention to Karl, she

says, “Could I speak to you privately? We need to sort some things out before the dinner.”

course,” Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as

leading the way with a sense

feeling a strange knot tighten in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly, but

something—something that unsettles me.

what sounds like outright

turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on

to prepare, and it has

she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve

your place,

words make me feel

no interest

look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of spices

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices as

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

few years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for the

A triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost

servant

few more minutes,” I say, not taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling in

I’m about to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what

quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who

reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to season it when

voices filtering from

look on her face, trying

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a

housemaid.”

I can see the back of her head,

kitchen door. Heat surges

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts

could you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five

dinner is ready.”

already ripping off my apron and dashing out of the kitchen and

two

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover