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

me.

the Luna anymore. She’s

indignance.

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

prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves her

tightens, but she stands, moving her plate and glass to another seat with an air

beside Karl, I lean in

that.”

to me, his eyes

his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled

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

I’d like to say

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

know I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with

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

be

investigations have revealed that it was all a

mine. “Abby never had any acts of

room, but

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

with sincerity. “I would also

for not coming clean sooner. I was too

to me, and his next

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

dictate his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching

or perhaps just understanding.

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

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put into coherent

of me

blur. But I stay put, because running

a piece of myself that I’ve just

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

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

and

the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from across

barely taking a

dinner, and when plates are taken away,

cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around

deathly stare on

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

of everyone else in

Karl announces

air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle

a silent request