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 the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna, Karl,

me.

Abby isn’t the Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,”

indignance.

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

the entire

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

take my place beside Karl, I

that.”

me, his eyes

gaze sweeping

friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could

like to say before we begin our

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

many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

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

to be the

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

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

room, but I’m too stunned to register

Abby for tarnishing her

each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also

colleagues, and staff for not coming clean sooner.

and his next words strike me

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

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

or perhaps just understanding.

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

feelings too intricate and tangled to put

sits back down, a part of me wants to

blur. But I stay

a piece of myself

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

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

air, and the murmurs return with

the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod,

agreement.

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

catch her alright, barely taking

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

the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling

deathly stare on her

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

faces of everyone else in the

to dance?” Karl announces once the plates

buzz fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle of emptiness. Then

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected