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.”

intake of breath sucks the air out of the

me.

anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,”

indignance.

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

the entire meal for us, so she deserves her

tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and glass to another seat with

place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t have

that.”

turns to me, his eyes

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the

some of whom were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your

say before

still sulking at her relocated

I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like

Abby was cheating on me during our time together. And during that time,

be the

that it was all a

his eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts of

break out around the room, but

to Abby for tarnishing her

Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity.

staff for not coming clean sooner. I was

and his next words strike

striving to be a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods or let

his actions,” he confesses, his

or perhaps just understanding.

it’s as if we’re the only two people in

and tangled to put into

me wants to run away, to escape this

and present blur. But I stay put, because

a piece of

glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared

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

prepared fills the air, and the

incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers

resorting instead to swirling her wine

stare on her

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

of everyone else in the

to dance?” Karl announces once the plates

leaving Karl and me in

request that sends an unexpected thrill up my