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 Gianna,

me.

She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna retorts,

indignance.

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

trouble to prepare the entire meal for us, so she

she stands, moving her plate

place beside Karl, I lean in

that.”

to me, his eyes earnest. “I

Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the

were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

I’d like to say before

at

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

cheating on me during our time together.

be

that it was all a grave misunderstanding,”

“Abby never had any

break out around the room, but I’m too

apologize to Abby for tarnishing her reputation and for making her

word heavy with sincerity.

colleagues, and staff for not coming clean sooner. I

turns his gaze to me, and his next words strike

who doesn’t make rash decisions based on

he confesses, his eyes searching mine for

or perhaps just understanding.

we’re the only two people

too intricate and tangled to put

sits back down, a part of me wants to run away, to escape this newfound

blur. But I stay put, because running

means losing a piece

“Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared

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

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return

of the Betas, breaking the

agreement.

Karl adds, casting me a

catch her alright, barely taking

when plates are taken away, hers is

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her

deathly stare on

let it pass. I don’t

faces of everyone else

Karl announces once the plates

couples pair off, leaving Karl and me

a silent request that