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.”

in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be

room, Gianna leading the way

in my stomach. It’s not jealousy,

something—something that unsettles me.

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

the counter. “Let’s not

and it has to

the record, you’ve got no reason

place,

her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl

I have no

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

laying out the fresh salmon,

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

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

can you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna, I prepared

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

interrupted when another servant walks in. “The

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

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

the one who always gets

mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of

voices filtering from

look on her face,

that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a

housemaid.”

I can see the back of

Heat surges up my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my

sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

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

dinner is ready.”

already ripping off my

back steps two

line of designer gowns greets me as I slide