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.

me.

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

indignance.

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

a lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves

her plate

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

that.”

me, his eyes earnest.

from his chair, his gaze

friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

like to say before we begin

sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem to hide her

his voice filled

public that Abby was cheating on me during

be the

and investigations have revealed that it was all a grave

“Abby never

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

for tarnishing her reputation and for

heavy with sincerity.

sooner. I was too childish to admit my

to me, and his next words strike me like

better man, one who doesn’t make rash

actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

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

too intricate and tangled

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

lines between past and present blur. But I stay

go means losing a piece

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

and glasses are filled. The aroma of

and the

food smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas,

agreement.

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

alright, barely taking a

throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken

instead to

deathly stare

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

faces of everyone else in the

dance?” Karl announces once the plates

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

his hand towards me, a silent request