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.”

the air out of the room. All eyes swivel between Gianna, Karl,

me.

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

indignance.

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

to prepare the entire meal for

stands, moving her plate and glass

I take my place beside Karl, I lean

that.”

to me, his

rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping over the room filled

my friends once. “Ladies and gentlemen, if

I’d like to say before

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

misled many of you,” Karl starts, his voice filled

me during our time together. And during that time, I

to be

tests and investigations have revealed that it was all a grave

mine. “Abby never had any acts

around the room, but

Abby for tarnishing her

heavy with sincerity. “I

not coming clean sooner. I was

his gaze to me, and his next words strike

striving to be a better man, one who doesn’t make

his actions,” he confesses, his eyes searching mine for

or perhaps just understanding.

people in

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put

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

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

letting go means losing a piece of myself that

enjoy this delicious dinner

room comes alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of the three-course meal

prepared fills the air, and the

smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod,

agreement.

me a meaningful look from

catch her alright, barely

dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers

cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine

deathly stare

don’t need her approval, not when I see

faces of everyone else

Karl announces once the

as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in

hand towards me, a silent request that sends