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 room. All eyes swivel

me.

the Luna anymore. She’s

indignance.

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

entire

but she stands, moving her plate and glass

place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with pack

friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I

something I’d like to say before we begin

Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated

Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

during our time together. And during that time, I

to be the

revealed that it was all a grave misunderstanding,”

mine. “Abby never had any acts

around the room, but

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

each word heavy with sincerity.

sooner. I was

me, and his next words strike me

who doesn’t make rash decisions based

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

the only two people

intricate and tangled to put into coherent

back down, a part of me wants

and present blur. But I stay put, because running

go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve

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

comes alive as plates are set and glasses are

and the murmurs return with

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

agreement.

me

Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like

and when plates are taken away, hers

cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her

deathly stare on

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

of everyone else in the

anyone like to dance?” Karl

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

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected