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.”

out of the room. All

me.

isn’t the Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna retorts,

indignance.

locks eyes with her, unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest

the entire meal for us, so she

she stands, moving her plate and glass

my place beside Karl, I lean in

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over

once. “Ladies and

to say

falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her

Karl starts, his

it public that Abby was cheating on me during our

to be the

that it

“Abby never had

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

apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out to

not,” Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity.

coming clean sooner. I was too

gaze to me, and his

striving to be a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions

he confesses, his

or perhaps just understanding.

we’re the only two people

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put

part of me wants

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

go means losing a piece of

Karl says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by

as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma

fills the air, and the murmurs

remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod,

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look

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

throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers

cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around in her glass

stare on

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

of

dance?” Karl announces

Karl and me in a widening

a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up my