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.

me.

Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna

indignance.

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

to a lot of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves

plate and glass to another seat

beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t have

that.”

me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

his chair, his gaze

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

something I’d like to say before we begin our

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

misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like

cheating on me during our time together. And during that

to be

that

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had

the room, but

Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

word heavy with sincerity. “I

not coming clean sooner. I

his next

a better man, one who

his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the room.

too intricate and tangled to put into coherent

sits back down, a part of me wants to run

But I stay put, because running would mean letting

means losing a piece of myself that

enjoy this delicious dinner prepared

glasses are filled. The

air, and the murmurs return with

of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others

agreement.

delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a

barely taking a

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

resorting instead to swirling her wine

stare on her

insides coil with irritation, but I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I see the look

of everyone

Karl announces

Karl and me

his hand towards me, a silent request that sends