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

me.

Luna anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,”

indignance.

matter. Abby is my special

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

stands, moving her plate and glass to another

take my place beside Karl, I lean in

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I

gaze sweeping over the room filled with

my friends once. “Ladies and

to say before we begin our

room falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat,

misled many of you,” Karl starts, his

it public that Abby was cheating on me during

to be the

and investigations have revealed that

mine. “Abby never had

break out around the room, but I’m

to formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her out

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

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

he turns his gaze to me, and his next words strike me

to be a better man, one who

his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

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

too intricate and tangled to put

down, a part of me wants to run

between past and present blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting

go means losing a piece

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

as plates are set and glasses are

air, and the murmurs

remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring

agreement.

adds, casting me a meaningful look

her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s

when plates are

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

deathly stare

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

of everyone

anyone like to dance?” Karl announces once the plates are

couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening

silent request