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.”

as if to say ‘I’ll

way

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

something—something that unsettles me.

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

at Elsie’s blunt honesty, I turn back to the counter.

to prepare, and it has

you’ve got no reason to be jealous. No one

place, especially

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

have no

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

salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager

…

of scents

hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this very meal for

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

is interrupted when another servant walks in. “The Alphas are

taking my eyes off the

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

just let it slide,

the one who always

I mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to

from

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

forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than

housemaid.”

back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts

the salmon off in five minutes

dinner is ready.”

ripping off my apron and

steps two at a

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