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.”

collective intake of breath sucks the air out of the

me.

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

indignance.

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

the entire meal for us, so she deserves her

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

place beside Karl, I lean in to

that.”

his eyes earnest. “I wanted

Karl rises from his chair, his gaze sweeping

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

something I’d like to say

falls silent. Even Gianna, still sulking at her relocated seat, can’t seem

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

cheating on me during

be the

revealed that it was all

eyes meeting mine. “Abby

out around the room, but I’m too

apologize to Abby for tarnishing

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

sooner. I was

turns his gaze to me, and his

am striving to be a better man, one who doesn’t make rash decisions based on falsehoods or

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

or perhaps just understanding.

only two people in the room.

emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to

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

the lines between past and present blur. But I

go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve

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

set and glasses are filled. The aroma of

air, and

the Betas, breaking the ice. Others

agreement.

delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look

catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making

and when plates are taken

instead to

deathly stare

don’t need her

faces of everyone

like to dance?” Karl announces once the plates are

buzz fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening circle

request that