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.”

Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back soon.’ They both

Gianna leading the way

in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly,

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I

turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus

and it has to

the record, you’ve got no reason to

place, especially not

make me feel

I have no

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

the groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices as I

hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

still the Luna,

A triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is

is interrupted when another servant

minutes,” I say, not taking my eyes off the

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

just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s not

the one who

reaching for a fresh

filtering from the dining

look on her face, trying so hard to impress

our ex-Luna has turned into

housemaid.”

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

Heat surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still

and sequins. A cun ning plan

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

dinner is ready.”

off my

steps two at a

designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover