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.”

air out of the room. All eyes swivel between

me.

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

indignance.

unyielding. “It doesn’t matter.

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

plate and glass

Karl, I lean

that.”

me, his eyes earnest.

Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room

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

say

still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem to hide

misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

Abby was cheating on me during our time together. And during that time,

be

and investigations have revealed that it was

mine. “Abby never

the room, but I’m

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

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

and staff for not coming clean sooner. I

he turns his gaze to me, and his

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

dictate his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

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

intricate and tangled

a part of me

blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting

losing a piece of myself

glass. “Let’s enjoy

plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of the

the air, and

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

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a meaningful

I catch her alright, barely

the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away,

instead to

stare

don’t need her approval, not when I see

of everyone else in

Karl

leaving Karl and me in a widening

his hand towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected