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

leading the way with a sense

tighten in my stomach. It’s not

something—something that unsettles me.

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

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

it has to

“Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason

place, especially

although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm.

have no

me a look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she helps

salmon, vibrant vegetables, and

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to transform them into

…

mixture of scents and spices

can you hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

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

another servant walks in. “The

I say, not taking my

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

would be easier to just let it slide, to

the one who always

a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to season it when

from the

face, trying so hard to impress

that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

the back of her head, her perfectly curled

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

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

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan

watch the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my

steps two at a

me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers