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.”

intake of breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna, Karl,

me.

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

indignance.

her, unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest for this evening.

a lot of trouble to prepare the entire

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

my place beside Karl, I

that.”

his

his chair, his gaze sweeping over

my friends once. “Ladies and

to say before we begin our

sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem to hide her

Karl starts, his voice filled with

cheating on me during our

be

and investigations have revealed that it was all a

mine. “Abby never had any

but I’m too stunned to

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

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

and staff for not coming clean sooner. I was

and his next words

who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods or let

dictate his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine

or perhaps just understanding.

only two people in the room. Words fail me.

intricate and tangled to put into

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

past and present blur. But I stay put,

piece of myself that I’ve just

raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy

plates are set and glasses are filled.

and the murmurs return with

the Betas, breaking

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the

catch her alright, barely taking a bite,

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is

the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around

deathly stare

pass. I don’t

faces of everyone else

like to dance?” Karl announces once the plates

Karl and me in

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