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.”

glance in my direction as if to

way with a sense

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

something—something that unsettles me.

Elsie snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t

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

to prepare, and it

Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason

your place,

not jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I

have no

that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she

laying out the fresh salmon,

herbs.

reach for the ingredients, eager to

…

lively mixture of scents and spices as I

can you hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

my lips. Tonight is a reminder that

servant walks in. “The

I say, not taking my eyes off the salmon filet

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

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

Abby, the renowned chef, the one who

fresh piece of

voices filtering from the dining

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

As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned

housemaid.”

I can see the back of her

past the kitchen door. Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my

A cun ning plan starts

you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in

dinner is ready.”

ripping off my

two

I slide open