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.”

the air out of the room. All

me.

She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna

indignance.

doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest for

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

plate and glass to another

I take my place beside Karl, I

that.”

to me, his

chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with

once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have

something I’d like to say before

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

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

cheating on me during our time together. And during that time, I

to be the

recent tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a

“Abby never had any acts of

around the room, but I’m

to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation

not,” Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I would also like to apologize

clean sooner. I was too childish to admit my

his gaze to me, and his

man, one who

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

or perhaps just understanding.

if we’re the only two people in

emotions, feelings too intricate and

me wants to run away, to

past and present blur. But I

piece of myself that I’ve

says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by

set and glasses are

fills the air, and

one of the Betas, breaking the

agreement.

adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the

alright, barely taking a

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is

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

stare on

pass. I don’t need

on the faces of everyone else in the

anyone like to dance?” Karl announces once the

pair off, leaving Karl and

silent request that sends an unexpected thrill