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

way with a sense of

a strange knot tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

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

honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not

and it has

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

place, especially

insist, although her words make me feel

I have no

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

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

is a lively mixture of scents and

hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

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

is interrupted when another servant walks in. “The Alphas are

my eyes off

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

not quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough,

the one

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

voices filtering from the dining

on her face,

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

housemaid.”

back of her head,

door. Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

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

dinner is ready.”

starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing

two at a

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