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.

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

indignance.

“It doesn’t matter. Abby is my special

to a lot of trouble to prepare the entire

tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and glass to

compliance. As I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper,

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

his chair, his gaze sweeping

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

say before we

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

I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

was cheating on me during

to be

revealed that

“Abby never had any acts of

room, but I’m too stunned

formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out to

Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to apologize

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

gaze to me, and his next words strike me like

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

his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

as if we’re the only two people in

emotions, feelings too intricate and

of me wants to run away, to

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

losing a piece

“Let’s enjoy this delicious

alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of

prepared fills the air, and the

incredible,” remarks one of the Betas,

agreement.

it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the

Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a

throughout the entire dinner, and when plates

the dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to

stare

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

the faces of everyone else in the

Karl announces

Karl and

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up