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.”

direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back

way with a sense

tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

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

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

it has to be

Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to be

your place, especially not

her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl

no

look that says she knows better, but she

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables,

herbs.

the ingredients, eager to transform them into

…

mixture of scents and spices

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for

Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost my

interrupted when another servant walks in. “The Alphas are

taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling

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

would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s

the one who always gets

fresh piece of salmon.

from the

seen the look on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone

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

housemaid.”

I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and tight

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

sequins. A cun ning

salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

my apron and dashing out of the kitchen and

back steps two at

gowns greets me as I slide