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 eyes swivel between

me.

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

indignance.

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

entire meal for us, so she

plate

I

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I

gaze sweeping over the room filled with pack

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

something I’d like to say before we

sulking at her relocated seat,

Karl starts, his

cheating on me during

be

and investigations have revealed that it was all a

his eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had

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

for tarnishing her reputation and for making her

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

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

to me, and his next words strike me like

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

actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine

or perhaps just understanding.

a few seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to

Karl finally sits back down, a part of me

and present blur. But I stay put, because running

go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve just

enjoy

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

the air, and the murmurs return with

the Betas,

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a

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

when plates are taken away, hers is still

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling

stare

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

on the faces of

to dance?” Karl announces once the plates are

fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in

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