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

way with a

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

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t stand

the counter. “Let’s not

prepare, and it has to

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

your place, especially

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

have no interest in

says she knows better, but

fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager to transform

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices as

you hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

I was still the Luna, I prepared this very meal

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

when another servant walks in.

a few more minutes,” I say, not taking my

it perfect, I realize that

not quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to

the renowned chef, the one who always gets

a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to season it when

from the dining

should have seen the look on her face,

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

housemaid.”

recognize that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair

kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

I remember that the wardrobe

and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

watch the stove? Take the salmon

dinner is ready.”

my apron and dashing out of the kitchen

two at

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My