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.”

air out of the room. All

me.

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

indignance.

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

to a lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal for

stands, moving her plate and glass to another seat with an air

I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

gaze sweeping over the room

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

I’d like to say before we begin

Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated

Karl starts, his voice filled

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

to be

that it was all a grave

his eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any

but I’m too stunned to register

to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her

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

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

he turns his gaze to me, and his next

be a better man, one who doesn’t

dictate his actions,” he confesses, his eyes

or perhaps just understanding.

if we’re the only two people

and

part of me wants to run away, to escape this newfound

present blur. But I stay put,

losing a piece of myself that I’ve just

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

are set and glasses are filled.

fills the air, and the murmurs

food smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

for Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely

when plates are taken

dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to

stare

but I let it pass. I don’t need

the faces of everyone else in the

to dance?” Karl

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

request that sends an unexpected thrill up