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.”

Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be

way with a

in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly, but

something—something that unsettles me.

what sounds like outright disgust. “G

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

prepare, and it has to be

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

place, especially not

not jealous,” I insist, although her words make

no interest in

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

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

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager

…

scents and spices as I work with meticulous

can you hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

when I was still the Luna,

at my lips. Tonight is a reminder

another servant walks in. “The Alphas

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

I realize that the crust isn’t quite

it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s not

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who always

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

from

you should have seen the look on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with

skills. As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

recognize that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair

the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts

Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

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

two at

greets me as I slide open the