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.”

sucks the air out of the room. All eyes swivel

me.

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

indignance.

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

entire meal for us, so she deserves

face tightens, but she stands, moving her plate

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

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the

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

to say

Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t

starts, his voice

cheating on me during our time together. And during

to be the

recent tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a grave

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had

but I’m too stunned to

Abby for tarnishing her reputation

each word heavy with sincerity.

sooner. I was too childish to admit my

his gaze to me, and his next words strike

striving to be a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions

dictate his actions,” he confesses, his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

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

intricate and tangled to put into coherent

of me wants to run away, to escape this

blur. But I stay put, because running would

go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve

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

comes alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The

and the murmurs

one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring

agreement.

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

barely taking a

throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers

the dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her

deathly stare on her

don’t need her approval, not when I see the look

faces of everyone else in the

like to dance?” Karl announces once

Karl and me in

silent request that sends an unexpected