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

leading the way with a sense of

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

something—something that unsettles me.

me, Elsie 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.

it has to

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

place,

her words make me feel unexpectedly

no interest

says she knows better, but she doesn’t

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices

you hand me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

still the Luna, I prepared this very meal

A triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight

when another servant walks in. “The Alphas

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

realize that

just let it slide, to declare it

renowned chef, the one who always

I mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece

from the

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

that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

back of her head, her

she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into my cheeks.

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe

silk and sequins. A cun ning plan

Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl

dinner is ready.”

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

two at a

I slide open the wardrobe doors.