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.”

breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes

me.

anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna

indignance.

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

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

her plate

compliance. As I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t have

that.”

to me, his

from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the

were my friends once. “Ladies and

something I’d like to say

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

I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something

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

to be the

revealed that it was

his eyes meeting mine. “Abby never

out around the room, but I’m too stunned to

to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

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

colleagues, and staff for not coming clean sooner. I was too childish to admit

gaze to me, and his next words strike me like

one who doesn’t make rash decisions based

confesses, his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

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

too intricate and tangled to put

sits back down, a part of me wants

the lines between past and present blur. But

a piece of myself that I’ve

his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by a renowned

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

and the

smells incredible,” remarks one of the

agreement.

it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from

her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s ingesting

the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is still

resorting instead to swirling her wine

stare on her

I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I see the look of

faces of everyone else in

Karl announces once

as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a

a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill