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 eyes swivel between Gianna,

me.

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

indignance.

doesn’t matter. Abby

trouble to prepare the entire meal for

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

beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

gaze sweeping over the room

were my friends once.

to say before we begin our

Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat,

his

public that Abby was cheating on me during our

be

that it was all a grave

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

around the room, but

for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out

says, each word heavy with

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

gaze to me, and his next words strike me like a

be a better man, one who doesn’t make

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

only two people

and

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

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

means losing a piece of myself that I’ve

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

and glasses are filled. The aroma of

and the murmurs return

the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod,

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look

I catch her alright, barely taking a bite,

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

instead to swirling

stare on her

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

the faces of everyone

like to dance?” Karl announces

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

a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill