#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 if to

leading the way with a sense

tighten in my stomach. It’s not

something—something that unsettles me.

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

Elsie’s blunt honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve got a

it has to

“Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason

place, especially

although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm.

have no

me a look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she helps

salmon, vibrant vegetables, and

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to transform them into

mixture of scents and spices

can you hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost my

another servant walks in. “The

I say, not taking my

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

would be easier to just let it slide, to

the one who always

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

from the

face, trying so hard to impress

that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

the back of her head, her perfectly curled

the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into my cheeks. A

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

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

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan

watch the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my

steps two at a

me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers

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