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.”

sucks the air out of

me.

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

indignance.

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

to prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves her

but she stands, moving her plate and

I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with pack

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

to say

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

Karl starts, his voice filled with

me during our

to be the

revealed that it

meeting mine. “Abby never

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

to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out

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

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

and his next words strike

be a better man, one who doesn’t

actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine for something—forgiveness,

or perhaps just understanding.

if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me. My

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put into

finally sits back down, a part of me wants to run away, to escape

But I stay put, because running

letting go means losing a piece of

Karl says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy this

are set and glasses are filled.

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return

smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas,

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

for Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking

dinner, and when plates

dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around

deathly stare on

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

of everyone else in

Karl announces once the plates

buzz fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle of emptiness. Then

silent request that sends an unexpected