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.”

breath sucks the air out of the

me.

Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna retorts, barely

indignance.

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

the entire meal for us, so she deserves her old

stands, moving her plate

place beside Karl, I lean

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled

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

like to say

still sulking at her

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

that Abby was cheating on me during our time

to be

and investigations have revealed that it was

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had

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

would like to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

with sincerity.

for not coming clean sooner.

to me, and his next words strike me like a

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

his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

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

intricate and tangled to put

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

past and present blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting

losing a piece

“Let’s enjoy

alive as plates are set and glasses

the air, and the

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

agreement.

me

barely taking

speak throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is still full.

instead to swirling her wine around in her glass

deathly stare

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

faces of everyone else in

Karl announces once the plates are

Karl and me in

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected