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.”

sucks the air out of the room.

me.

the Luna anymore. She’s the

indignance.

“It doesn’t matter.

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

but she stands, moving her plate and glass

place beside Karl, I

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

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

whom were my friends once. “Ladies and

like to say before we begin our

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

I’ve misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

me during our time together. And during that time, I

to be

tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a grave

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts of

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

formally apologize to Abby for tarnishing

word heavy with sincerity. “I would also

colleagues, and staff for not coming clean sooner. I was too childish to

and his next words

man, one who doesn’t make rash

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine for

or perhaps just understanding.

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

intricate and tangled to

part of me wants

lines between past and present blur. But I stay put, because

a piece of myself that

glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious

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

fills the air, and

of the Betas, breaking the

agreement.

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

Oh, I catch her alright, barely

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers

cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around in her

stare

let it pass. I don’t

faces of everyone else in the

like to dance?” Karl announces

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

a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up