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.

me.

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

indignance.

unyielding. “It doesn’t matter. Abby

to prepare the entire meal for us, so she deserves her

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

take my place beside Karl, I lean in

that.”

turns to me, his eyes earnest. “I wanted

Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with pack

my friends once.

say before

still sulking at her

his voice filled with something that sounds like regret.

that Abby was cheating on me during our time together. And during that time, I

be the

have revealed that it was all a grave misunderstanding,”

mine. “Abby never had any acts of

around the room, but I’m too stunned to register

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

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

clean sooner. I was too childish to admit my

his next words strike me like a bolt

a better man, one who doesn’t make

actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine for

or perhaps just understanding.

two people in the room. Words fail me. My

intricate and tangled to put

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

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

losing a piece of myself that I’ve just

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

plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of the

and the murmurs

food smells incredible,” remarks one of the

agreement.

too,” Karl adds, casting me a

her alright, barely taking a bite, making

entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is

to swirling

stare on her

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

the faces of everyone else

anyone like to dance?” Karl

couples pair off, leaving Karl

request that sends an unexpected thrill up