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. All eyes swivel between Gianna,

me.

the Luna anymore. She’s

indignance.

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

of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us,

she stands, moving her plate and glass to another seat with

my place beside Karl, I

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

chair, his gaze sweeping

allies, some of whom were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have

something I’d like to say before we

Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem to

starts, his

me during

to be

tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a grave

“Abby never had

but I’m too

for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out

Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I

staff for not coming clean sooner. I was too childish to

to me, and his next words strike me like

better man, one who doesn’t

he confesses, his eyes searching mine for

or perhaps just understanding.

seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the

intricate and tangled to

sits back down, a part of me wants to run away, to

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

go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve just

enjoy

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,

agreement.

delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look

Oh, I catch her alright, barely

and when plates are taken away, hers is

dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to

deathly stare on her

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

the faces of

Karl announces once the plates are

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

towards me, a silent request that