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.”

of the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna, Karl,

me.

isn’t the Luna anymore. She’s the

indignance.

doesn’t matter. Abby

the entire meal for us, so she deserves her old

plate and glass to

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

that.”

turns to me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

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

some of whom were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

I’d like to say

falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem

many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

was cheating on me during

to be

revealed that it was

meeting mine. “Abby never

the room, but I’m

for tarnishing her reputation

heavy with

not coming clean sooner. I was too

me, and his next words strike me like

a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions based

his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me. My mind

feelings too intricate and

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

and present blur. But I stay

piece of myself that I’ve

“Let’s enjoy this delicious

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

prepared fills the air, and

one of the Betas,

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look

her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces

and when plates are taken away, hers

to

stare on

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

the faces of everyone else in

dance?” Karl announces once the plates are

couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle of emptiness. Then

silent request