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.”

says, casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be

way with a

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

something—something that unsettles me.

sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t stand that

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

prepare, and it has to

she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve

place,

not jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel

I have no interest in

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

out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager

…

kitchen is a lively mixture of scents and spices as

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

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

another servant walks in. “The Alphas

say, not taking my eyes off the

realize that the crust isn’t quite

would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s

the renowned chef, the one who

fresh piece of salmon. I’m about

from the

the look on her face,

ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

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

surges up my neck and into my cheeks.

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs

a collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to take

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

dinner is ready.”

off my

back steps two

slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers