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.”

a glance in my direction as

the way

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

something—something that unsettles me.

with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t stand

the counter. “Let’s not focus on

prepare, and it has to

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

your place, especially not

make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl

I have no interest in

she knows better, but she doesn’t

the groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

reach for the ingredients, eager to transform

…

kitchen is a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work with meticulous

me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

I was still the Luna, I

tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder

is interrupted when another servant walks in.

my eyes off the

I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted.

would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough,

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who always gets it

breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to

from the

on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with

As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has

housemaid.”

the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and tight

she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs

and sequins. A cun ning plan starts

the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

already ripping off my apron

two at

me as I slide open the wardrobe doors.