Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 88: Luna Turned Spy
Abby

I stand by the long table, the air thick with the scent of gourmet h o rs d’oeuvres and sparkling wine. Idly,

I pick up a tiny pastry, turning it this way and that before setting it back on the plate.

As if to steel my nerves and try not to think about what Karl is saying to Gianna in the other room, I’m

arranging the treats into some semblance of symmetry when a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in

years suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Abby, darling! It’s so good to see you again!”

I turn to find Rebecca, the wife of one of the Betas, her face glowing with genuine delight. I flash a

smile, the corners of my lips straining just a bit.

“Sarah, it’s been too long! How have you been?”

She glides over, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. “Oh, you know, busy with pack life,

community events, all that jazz. But never mind me; look at you! You’re stunning as ever!”

I chuckle, trying to deflect the attention. “Thank you. You look absolutely fabulous tonight.”

We share a few pleasantries, talking about fashion and the unusually mild weather we’ve been

experiencing. But the conversation takes a turn when Sarah skillfully steers it into more personal

waters.

“So, Abby,” she says, her eyes t winkling, “I couldn’t help but notice how cozy you and Karl have been

tonight. Is there a chance for reconciliation? The pack could really use a union like that, you know.”

My cheeks flush. “Sarah, I’m flattered, but no. We’re friends, and I prefer it that way. So yes, I suppose

we’ve reconciled in that regard, but not in a romantic sense.”

Sarah looks a bit disappointed, but understanding at the same time. “Ah, I see. Well, either way, I’m

glad he made that announcement tonight. I’ll admit, I was a bit worried when I saw you—thinking that

our Alpha was getting back with a cheater and all that—but to find out that it was all just a mistake…”

Caught off guard, I hesitate before answering. “Yes, it was a mistake. I hope that the word gets out.”

“Oh, of course,” she says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll make

sure a lot of people will be relieved.

of hearts were broken when the marriage

respond. Yes, I’m sure a

mine.

have to come up with an answer, “I should mingle.

And the

“You

have to

me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a

other guests, leaving me to

our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t expect

and me so openly, so

touch the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each word

in my head, their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts

know she did. She’s always been one of the more

well-intended conversations can pull you

afloat.

still buzzing with energy, but I

from it all.

need a break, a moment

last glance at my strategically arranged

the table and make my way toward the exit, my

through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I distance

the crowd, as I distance myself from the

Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling

the

lining the walls, a leather armchair, and

is glowing, wide open.

tells me to leave it

by my concealed desire to know more about

I rationalize it by telling

from its screensaver, an open email catches my eye.

but I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions

I’d ignore something like this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl is doing

something for the pack.

it’s the name that makes my eyes glue

to say this, but I’ve already run out of those

the name of your supplier so I can order

it. Thanks. -Adam”

in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out

Karl about rare ingredients?

and why? More than anything, why didn’t I know about this before? The