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 make sure all of

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

of hearts were broken when

of how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts were broken.

mine.

to come up with

you. And the

“You should come

have to do

hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves on

other guests, leaving me to

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now.

about Karl and me so

the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each word from our

adding weight

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

even well-intended conversations can pull you underwater

afloat.

glance around the room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but

from it all.

a break, a

strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make

make my way

feeling the

the version of me they all want

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

it open, and the sight that greets me is comfortably

lining the walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood

wide open. Karl must’ve

of my head tells me to leave it alone, to walk away. But another,

desire to know more about

step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself that I’m just turning it

to wake the screen from its

my eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients

like this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl is doing in his

something for the pack.

it’s the name that makes my

“I hate to say this, but I’ve already run

willing to share the name of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

came out as ga y and broke up with

would he be in contact with Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him with any in

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