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

me.

She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna retorts, barely

indignance.

unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby is my special guest for this

the entire

moving her plate and glass to another seat

As I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t have to

that.”

me, his

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

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

I’d like to say before we begin

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

his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

cheating on me during our time

to be the

have revealed that it

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any

the room, but I’m too stunned to register

for tarnishing her reputation and for making

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

sooner.

his next words strike me

to be a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions based

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

or perhaps just understanding.

only two people in the room. Words

and tangled to

me wants to run away, to

blur. But I stay put, because

means losing a piece

“Let’s enjoy

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

prepared fills the air, and the

remarks one of the

agreement.

it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the

her alright, barely taking a bite, making

throughout the entire dinner, and when plates

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine

deathly stare

it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I see the look of

of everyone

anyone like to dance?” Karl announces once the

buzz fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle of emptiness. Then

request that