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.”

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

room, Gianna leading the way

a strange knot tighten in my

something—something that unsettles me.

outright disgust.

the counter. “Let’s not

it has to be

you’ve got no

place, especially

her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I are

I have no interest in

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

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

eager to

…

lively mixture of scents and spices as

can 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

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

I say, not taking my eyes off the salmon

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

It would be easier to just let it slide, to

chef, the one

I mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece

voices filtering from

her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with her

if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a

housemaid.”

back of her

Heat surges up my neck

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns

A cun ning plan starts to

watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let

dinner is ready.”

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

steps two at a

slide open the wardrobe