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 breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna,

me.

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

indignance.

with her, unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest for this evening.

trouble to prepare the entire meal for

moving her plate and glass

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

that.”

me, his

rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room

whom were my friends once. “Ladies and

say before we begin our

falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated

Karl starts, his voice filled with something that

it public that Abby was cheating on me during our time together. And during that

be the

investigations have revealed that it

mine. “Abby never had any acts

but I’m too stunned to

to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making

she’s not,” Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to

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

he turns his gaze to me, and his next words strike me like a bolt of

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

confesses, his eyes searching mine for something—forgiveness,

or perhaps just understanding.

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

intricate and tangled to

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

lines between past and present blur. But I

losing a piece of myself that I’ve

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

as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of the three-course

air, and the murmurs

one of the Betas, breaking

agreement.

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

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

and when plates are taken away, hers is still full.

dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around in her glass

stare

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

the faces of everyone else in

dance?” Karl announces once the plates are

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

hand towards me, a silent request