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

the way with a sense of

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

something—something that unsettles me.

like outright disgust. “G

counter.

prepare, and it has to be

says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no

your place, especially not

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

I have no interest

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

laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of spices

herbs.

eager to transform them into

…

kitchen is a lively mixture of scents and spices as

you hand me the

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna, I prepared this very meal

at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that

another servant walks in. “The Alphas are

I say, not taking my eyes off

about to declare it perfect, I realize that the

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

the renowned chef, the one who

my breath, reaching for a fresh

voices filtering from the

on her face, trying so

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled

surges up

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still

sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let

dinner is ready.”

ripping off my

back steps two at

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