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.”

the air out of the room.

me.

She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna

indignance.

doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest for

the entire meal for

face tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and

Karl, I

that.”

turns to me, his

suddenly, Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room

friends once. “Ladies and

something I’d like to say before we begin our

at her relocated seat,

his voice filled with something that

during our time together. And during that time,

be the

recent tests and investigations have revealed that it was

meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

around the room, but I’m too stunned to register

Abby for tarnishing her

heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to

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 decisions based on falsehoods or let

he confesses, his eyes

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

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to

part of me wants to run away,

between past and present blur. But I stay put, because

means losing a piece of myself that

his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner

room comes alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of

air, and the murmurs return with

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

agreement.

me a meaningful look from across the

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

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is still full.

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling

deathly stare on her

don’t need her approval, not when I see the look

faces of everyone else in

anyone like to dance?” Karl

buzz fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in

a silent request that sends an