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.”

of breath sucks the air out of

me.

She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna

indignance.

unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby

prepare the entire meal for us,

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

I take my place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You

that.”

me, his eyes

his gaze sweeping over

whom were my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen,

I’d like to say before we begin

sulking at her relocated seat, can’t

starts, his voice filled with something that sounds like

it public that Abby was cheating on me during our

be

that it

mine. “Abby never had any acts

around the room, but I’m too

for tarnishing

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

staff for not coming clean sooner. I

his gaze to me, and his next words strike me

who doesn’t make

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

or perhaps just understanding.

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

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put into coherent

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

the lines between past and present blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting

means losing a piece of myself

“Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared

and glasses are filled. The aroma of the

prepared fills the air, and the murmurs

smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas,

agreement.

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

barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s ingesting

doesn’t speak throughout the entire dinner, and when

instead to swirling her wine around in

deathly stare on

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

the faces of everyone else in

to dance?” Karl announces once the plates

off, leaving Karl and me in a widening

me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up