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.”

intake of breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes swivel

me.

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

indignance.

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

the entire meal

she stands, moving her plate and

take my place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

gaze sweeping over the room filled with

whom were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

something I’d like to say before we begin our

at her

you,” Karl starts, his

on me during our

to be

investigations have revealed that it was

his eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any

the room, but I’m too stunned to

would like to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and

she’s not,” Karl says, each word heavy with sincerity. “I

colleagues, and staff for not coming clean sooner.

gaze to me, and his next words strike me

man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods

confesses, his

or perhaps just understanding.

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

and tangled to put into

part of me wants to run

But I

means losing a piece of myself

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

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

air, and the murmurs return

food smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring

agreement.

delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like

entire dinner, and when plates are taken away,

instead to swirling her wine around in

deathly stare on

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

on the faces of everyone else

to dance?” Karl announces

Karl and me in a widening circle of

his hand towards me, a silent request that