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

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

something—something that unsettles me.

like outright disgust.

counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve

to prepare, and it has

for the record, you’ve got no reason to be jealous.

your place, especially

words make

I have no interest in

me a look that says she knows better, but

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

herbs.

reach for the ingredients, eager to transform

…

is a lively mixture of scents and

can you hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

I was still the Luna, I

at my lips. Tonight is a reminder

is interrupted when another servant

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

I realize that the

just let it slide, to

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

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

from the dining

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

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

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

Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns

of silk and sequins. A cun

the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

already ripping off my apron and dashing out

steps two at a

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