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.”

out of the room. All eyes swivel between

me.

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

indignance.

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

entire meal for us,

she stands, moving her plate

As I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You

that.”

turns to me, his eyes earnest. “I

chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with

once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

something I’d like to say

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

of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

that Abby was cheating on me during our

be the

investigations have revealed that it was all a grave misunderstanding,”

meeting mine. “Abby

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

like to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing

heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to

sooner. I was

to me, and his next words strike me

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

actions,” he confesses, his

or perhaps just understanding.

two people in the room. Words fail me. My mind is

and tangled to

sits back down, a part of me

But I stay put,

piece of

glass. “Let’s enjoy

are set and glasses

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return with

smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

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

barely

and when plates are taken away, hers is

resorting instead to swirling her wine around in

deathly stare on

irritation, but I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when

the faces of everyone else in

dance?” Karl announces

air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in

me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up my