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.”

in my direction as if

Gianna leading the way with a sense of

feeling a strange knot tighten in

something—something that unsettles me.

like outright disgust. “G ods,

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

to prepare, and it has

Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason

your place, especially not

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me

no

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

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a

herbs.

eager to transform them into

…

is a lively mixture of scents and spices as

can you hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

my lips. Tonight is

interrupted when another servant walks in. “The

say, not taking my eyes

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

let it slide, to declare it good

the renowned chef, the one who always

fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to

filtering from the

you should have seen the look on her face,

that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing

housemaid.”

can see the back of

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my

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

you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five

dinner is ready.”

off my apron and dashing

back steps two

line of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the