Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 87: Web of Lies
Karl

As I pull Gianna into the dimly lit study, the atmosphere is filled with a tension that’s been brewing for

weeks now, maybe even longer. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us off from the guests, the

judgment, and the murmurs.

For a moment, we are suspended in a bubble of silence, and I finally address what’s been gnawing at

me.

“A pathetic housemaid?” I ask.

Gianna shoots me a quizzical look, but I can see the gears turning in her head. She’s trying not to

display emotion, which is just a dead giveaway. “A… what?” she asks, taking a step back.

I take another step toward her, closing the gap once again. “Don’t play dumb,” I growl. “Is that really

what you called her?”

“Called who?” Gianna’s voice begins to rise ever so slightly.

“Abby, of course,” I say, folding my arms across my chest.

For a few moments, Gianna is silent. Then, mustering a tense smile, she cocks her head to the side.

“I’m sorry, Karl, but I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

I feel exasperated. Here I am, caught between my so-called ‘loyal’ secretary and the woman who I

want to win back. In the back of my mind, I can feel my wolf, urging me to go with my gut and take

Abby’s side.

“Gianna, what exactly is your issue with Abby?” The question spills out of my mouth before I can stop

it, like a tidal wave of annoyance and anger.

She avoids eye contact, feigning a look of innocence that I know is far from the truth. “Issue? Karl, I

have no idea what you’re talking about. You must be mistaken.”

I lock my gaze onto hers, narrowing my eyes. “Don’t lie, Gianna. It doesn’t suit you. Do you honestly

think I didn’t notice your little performance tonight? Trying to take her seat? Making faces? Refusing to

touch the food?”

She meets my gaze for a moment, her eyes twi nkling with a hint of defiance before looking away. “I

don’t have a ‘problem’ with Abby. I’m simply cautious, that’s all. Isn’t that what you pay me for? To be

vigilant for you?”

that what you call it? It seems more

indignant and petty.”

head, allowing a slight smirk to cross her face. “Indignant is a strong

growl. “You’ve been throwing shade at

why. Abby has been nothing but polite and courteous, yet you treat

you. Why is that?”

away from mine as though she’s searching

conversation. “Well, can you blame me?” she finally blurts out. “She

No one is that

her

assumption to make, Gianna. Now, be honest with

on?”

and I can almost hear the cogs in her

she relents, sighing in a defeated manner. “Alright, fine. I

her, okay? Is that what

and for a moment, I’m speechless. “Why? What could

have against that?”

her arms, matching my stance. “Karl, let’s be real. Abby was a part of your past.

complications and drama. I just

laugh escapes my lips. “Better? And

concern?”

worked closely with

wellbeing of this pack, and by extension, you. She is just a wrench being thrown into

livelihood.”

How long has this been going on? How long had Gianna

picture? And how many lengths

Abby can’t be

tinged with both annoyance and incredulity. “My choices, especially about

discussion. Not by you, not

my life. She deserves that spot, and

understand?”

handle on the situation,

huffing. “You’re a man, you can

else.”

“What

The silence feels

not just that I

mouth agape as I process her revelation.

looks away momentarily, her face flushed. “Yes. It’s been true for a long

bewildered. “Why am I hearing about this now? How come

never noticed?”

had everything you wanted. You had Abby, you

scheme of

your schedules, meetings, and paperwork. So, I kept it hidden. My feelings,

everything.”