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.”

she says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll

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

all. Lots of hearts were broken when

unsure of how to respond. Yes, I’m

mine.

beams before I have to come up with an

you. And the

“You should

might have to

her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then

with other guests, leaving me to my plate of

I feel drained now. I

about Karl and me so openly, so

the edge of the table, steadying

their implications adding weight to the

well—I know she did. She’s always been

you

afloat.

around the room, the elegant crowd still

from it all.

I need a break, a moment to breathe away

at my strategically

from the table and make my way toward the exit,

I navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling

distance myself from the version of me they all

I spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly

corridor. I push it open, and the sight that greets me is

leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek,

wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to

to leave it

concealed desire to know more about what Karl has

I rationalize it by telling myself that I’m just turning

from its screensaver, an open

I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients

something like this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl is

something for the pack.

makes

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

you’d be willing to share the name of your supplier so I can

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out as ga y and broke up with

about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him with any

than anything, why didn’t I