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.”

the air out of the room.

me.

Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,”

indignance.

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

of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us, so

her plate and glass to

I lean in to whisper, “You

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I

gaze sweeping over

of whom were my friends once. “Ladies

like to say before

still sulking at her

of you,” Karl starts, his

Abby was cheating on me during

to be the

have revealed that it

“Abby never had

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

formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also

not coming clean sooner.

turns his gaze to me, and his

who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods or let

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine for something—forgiveness,

or perhaps just understanding.

two people in the room. Words

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put into coherent

part of me wants to run

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

letting go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve

“Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by

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

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return

smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking

agreement.

casting me a meaningful look from across

Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s

doesn’t speak throughout the entire dinner, and when plates

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

stare

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

faces of everyone else in

Karl announces once the plates are

Karl and me in a widening circle of

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill