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 the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna,

me.

anymore. She’s the ex-Luna,” Gianna retorts, barely masking

indignance.

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

of trouble to prepare the entire meal for us,

plate and

place beside Karl, I lean in to whisper, “You didn’t have to

that.”

me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping

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

like to say

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

misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled with something that

on me during our time together. And during

to be

revealed that it was all

eyes meeting mine. “Abby never had any acts

but I’m too stunned

for tarnishing her reputation and for making

heavy with sincerity. “I would also like

for not coming clean sooner. I

me, and his next

who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods or let

his eyes searching

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

a part of me wants to run away, to escape this

But I stay put, because

means losing a piece

says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by

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

fills the air, and the murmurs return with

the Betas, breaking the ice.

agreement.

me a

Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like

and when plates are

the dessert and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine

stare on her

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

on the faces of everyone else in

Karl announces once the plates

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

towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected