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.”

my direction as if to say ‘I’ll

room, Gianna leading the way with a sense

knot tighten in my stomach. It’s

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G

I turn back to the counter.

to prepare, and it

says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to be jealous. No

your place, especially

make me feel

I have no interest in

says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she

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

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager

…

a lively mixture of scents

hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for the Alphas from

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

servant

I say, not taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling in

to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted. It’s nearly

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

the one who always gets it

mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m

filtering from the dining

you should have seen the look on her face, trying so hard to impress

that our ex-Luna has turned

housemaid.”

Gianna. I can see the back of her head,

she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs

A

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

two at

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