Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 86: The Luna Returns
Abby

Stepping off the last stair, the whispers and murmurs reach a crescendo before falling into hushed

silence. My gaze lands on Karl, and I revel in the astonishment flickering in his eyes.

There’s a moment of silence as we gaze at each other. For a moment, things are like they used to be:

I’m the Luna, Karl’s wife, revered by the people around me.

In my shimmering red dress, I feel like a glimmer of my old self, plus or minus a few things. I feel more novelbin

mature now, but that’s how I prefer it. And as Karl gazes at me, taking me in, I think he prefers it this

way, too.

But why am I doing all of this, really? Am I really doing this as a knee jerk reaction toward Gianna’s

comments, to prove her wrong? Or is it something else?

“Ladies and gentlemen,” hKarl begins, seemingly regaining his composure, “I’d like to reintroduce

Abby. As you may know, she’s prepared tonight’s meal for us. Please, join us for dinner.”

A ripple of confusion sweeps across the room, but nobody dares to question Karl’s decision, not in front

of their Alpha.

I gracefully move towards the dining table, feeling the weight of dozens of eyes on me. Some are

bewildered, others are intrigued, but most are just stunned.

But as I approach, I can already sense an invisible barricade forming. Gianna is seated in my old chair,

situated right next to where Karl would sit. The spot I used to occupy as his Luna, the seat that I

thought would be mine forever in a strange way.

Our eyes meet, and Gianna sends a sneer my way, a message loud and clear. “This is my territory

now,” her expression seems to say.

I could argue, could cause a scene, but I decide against it. Tonight isn’t about claiming old territory; it’s

about breaking ground and proving people wrong. I begin to veer towards another chair, one a

respectful distance away from Karl and his secretary.

But just as I’m about to take a seat, Karl’s voice slices through the air, tinged with authority. “Gianna,

would you please move? Abby should sit there. It’s the Luna’s chair.”

collective intake of breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes

me.

anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,”

indignance.

her, unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is

to a lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us, so

tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and glass to

take my place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I

chair, his gaze sweeping over

friends once. “Ladies

something I’d like to say before

silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem to hide her

I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his

me during our time together. And during that time, I

to be

investigations have revealed that it was

mine. “Abby never had any acts

out around the room, but

like to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would

and staff for not coming clean sooner. I was too

turns his gaze to me, and his next words strike me like a bolt of

a better man, one who doesn’t make rash

his eyes searching mine

or perhaps just understanding.

a few seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me. My mind is a

and tangled to put into

finally sits back down, a part of me wants to run away, to escape this

blur. But I stay put, because running would mean

letting go means losing a piece of

enjoy this

and glasses are filled. The aroma of the three-course

the air, and the murmurs return with

the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

casting me a meaningful

her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s ingesting

doesn’t speak throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away,

resorting instead to swirling her

deathly stare on her

coil with irritation, but I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I

on the faces of everyone else in

to dance?” Karl

as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening

a silent request that