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 room. All eyes

me.

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

indignance.

with her, unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is

of trouble to prepare the entire meal for

tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and glass to another

my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You

that.”

me, his

suddenly, Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping

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

I’d like to say before we

falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated

Karl starts, his voice filled with something

cheating on me during our time together.

be the

tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a

mine. “Abby

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

apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out to

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

and staff for not coming clean sooner. I was

and his next

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

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine

or perhaps just understanding.

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

feelings too intricate and tangled to put into

down, a part of me wants

present blur. But I stay put, because running would

go means losing a piece of myself that

says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy

glasses are filled.

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return with

of the

agreement.

it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

catch her alright, barely taking a bite,

entire dinner, and when plates are taken

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

stare on her

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

faces of everyone

to dance?” Karl announces once the

pair off, leaving Karl and me

silent request that sends an unexpected thrill