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.”

my direction as if to say ‘I’ll

room, Gianna leading the way with

watch them go, feeling 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

honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve got

and it

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

place, especially

jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I

no

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

out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform

…

scents and spices as I work

me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

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

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

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

taking my eyes off the

to declare it perfect, I realize that the

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

renowned chef, the one who always gets it

breath, reaching for a fresh piece

voices filtering from

seen the look on her face,

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

housemaid.”

back of her

surges up my neck and into my

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning

the salmon

dinner is ready.”

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

steps two at a

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