Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 85

#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 be back soon.’ They both

room, Gianna leading the way with a

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

something—something that unsettles me.

with what sounds like outright disgust.

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

prepare, and it has to be

you’ve

your place, especially not

make me feel unexpectedly

I have no

says she knows better, but

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

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager to transform them into

…

of scents and spices

hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this

smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I

when another servant walks in. “The Alphas

I say, not taking my eyes off the

I realize that the

let it

the renowned chef, the

my breath, reaching for a fresh piece

voices filtering from the

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

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

housemaid.”

see the back

saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

that the wardrobe upstairs

A cun

salmon off in

dinner is ready.”

ripping off my

back steps two

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the

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