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.”

breath sucks the air out of the room. All eyes swivel

me.

Luna anymore. She’s

indignance.

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

entire meal for us, so

plate and glass to another seat with an air

Karl, I lean

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I

rises from his chair, his gaze

once. “Ladies and gentlemen,

I’d like to say before we

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

starts, his voice filled with something that sounds

cheating on me during our time together. And during

to be

that

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

the room, but I’m too

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

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

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

his next words strike me like a

be a better man, one who

actions,” he confesses, his

or perhaps just understanding.

seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me.

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled

me wants to run away, to escape this newfound

But

letting go means losing a piece

glass. “Let’s enjoy

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

air, and the murmurs return with

the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a

barely

when plates are taken away, hers is

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her

stare on

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

on the faces of everyone

dance?” Karl announces once the

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

me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up