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.

me.

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

indignance.

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

lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal

her plate and glass to

Karl, I

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I

chair, his gaze sweeping over the

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

to say before we begin

Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat,

starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

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

be the

have revealed that it was all a grave

mine. “Abby never had any

out around the room, but I’m too stunned

for tarnishing her reputation and

heavy with sincerity. “I

for not coming clean sooner. I

gaze to me, and his next words strike me like a

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

confesses, his eyes searching mine for something—forgiveness,

or perhaps just understanding.

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

feelings too intricate and

a part of me wants to run

the lines between past and present blur. But I stay

letting go means losing a piece

enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by a renowned

room comes alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma

and the

remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring

agreement.

adds, casting me a meaningful look

catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces

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

instead to swirling her wine around in her

stare on her

I don’t need her approval, not when I see

the faces of everyone else in

to dance?” Karl announces once

fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me

hand towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected