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.”

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

about it. I’m sure a lot of people will be relieved. You two were

of hearts were broken when

how to respond. Yes, I’m

mine.

she beams before I have to come up with an answer, “I should mingle. But

you. And the food

“You

have to do

she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting

leaving me to my plate

the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

me

edge of the

head, their implications adding weight

meant well—I know she did. She’s always been one of the more

well-intended conversations can pull you underwater when

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I

from it all.

I need a break, a moment to breathe

my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make my

myself, I slip away from the table and make

the maze-like hallways, feeling the

myself from the version of me they all want to

door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar,

open, and the sight that greets

leather armchair, and Karl’s

is glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten

of my head tells me to leave it alone, to walk

about what Karl has been up to all

rationalize it by telling myself that I’m just turning

the screen from its

it, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

something like this, figuring it’s just some work

something for the pack.

the name that makes my

reads, “I hate to say this, but I’ve already run out of those rare ingredients.

of your supplier so I can order more?

it. Thanks. -Adam”

as in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as ga y and broke up

Karl about rare ingredients? When did

why? More than anything, why didn’t