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 be back soon.’

room, Gianna leading the way with a sense of

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

prepare, and it has to be

you’ve got no reason

your place, especially not

insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and

I have no

she knows better, but she doesn’t

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices as

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

few years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for the Alphas

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

when another servant

taking my eyes off

it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted. It’s

be easier to just let it slide, to declare it

the renowned chef, the one who always

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

filtering from the

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

that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than

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 and into my cheeks.

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still

A cun

watch the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

off my

back steps two

me as I slide open the