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

me.

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

indignance.

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

prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves

moving her plate and glass to another seat with

beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You

that.”

me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

his gaze sweeping over the

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

something I’d like to say before

Gianna, still sulking at

starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

was cheating on me during

be

investigations have revealed that it was all a grave misunderstanding,”

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never

room, but I’m too

to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for

not,” Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also like

for not coming clean sooner. I was

and his next words strike

be a better man, one who doesn’t

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine

or perhaps just understanding.

few seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me. My mind

emotions, feelings too intricate and

me wants to

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

losing a piece of myself that I’ve

says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy

and glasses

fills the air, and the murmurs return with

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

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me

catch her alright, barely taking a

the entire dinner, and when

instead to swirling her

deathly stare on

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

of everyone else in

like to dance?” Karl announces once the plates

pair off, leaving Karl and me in

his hand towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill