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 breath sucks the air out of the room. All

me.

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

indignance.

doesn’t matter. Abby

a lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal for

she stands, moving her plate and

compliance. As I take my place beside Karl, I lean

that.”

turns to me, his eyes

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over

allies, some of whom were my friends once. “Ladies and

to say

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

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

Abby was cheating on me during our time

to be

that

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

but I’m too stunned

like to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing

word heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to apologize

for not coming clean sooner. I was too childish to admit my

me, and his next words strike me

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

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

or perhaps just understanding.

as if we’re the only two people in the

intricate and tangled

Karl finally sits back down, a part of me wants to run

lines between past and present blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting

a piece of myself

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

plates are set and glasses are

fills the air, and the murmurs

the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the

Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces

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

the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine

deathly stare on her

insides coil with irritation, but I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not

on the faces of

like to dance?” Karl announces

the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and

me, a silent request that