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 soon.’ They both

room, Gianna leading the way

strange knot tighten in

something—something that unsettles me.

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

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

and it has

you’ve got no reason to

your place,

although her words make me feel unexpectedly

have no interest in

knows better, but

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

eager to transform

…

is a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work with meticulous

hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

when I was still the Luna, I prepared this very meal

my lips. Tonight is a

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

a few more minutes,” I say, not taking my

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

would be easier to just let it slide,

renowned chef, the one who

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

voices filtering from

her face, trying so hard to impress

our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than

housemaid.”

see the back of her head,

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my apron

two at

as I slide open the wardrobe doors.