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.”

a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back soon.’

way with a

strange knot tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

like outright

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

prepare, and it has to

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

your place, especially not

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me

no

that says she knows better, but

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

the ingredients, eager to

…

of scents and spices as I work

can you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

when I was still the Luna, I prepared

my lips. Tonight is a reminder that

is interrupted when another servant walks in. “The Alphas

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

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

quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s not

the

fresh piece of salmon. I’m about

from the

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

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

housemaid.”

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

door. Heat surges up my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

of silk and sequins. A

you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of

back steps two at a

greets me as I slide open the