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.”

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

it. I’m sure a lot of people will be relieved.

Lots of hearts were broken when

how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a

mine.

she beams before I have to come up with an answer,

the food was

relieved. “You should

have to do

that, she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves

guests, leaving me to my plate of

surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now.

Karl and me

touch the edge of the table,

implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts already

been one of the

conversations can pull you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I

from it all.

I realize I need a break, a moment to breathe away

my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make

make my way toward the

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as

crowd, as I distance myself from the version

to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver

and the

leather armchair, and

is glowing, wide open.

voice at the back of my head tells me to leave it

know more about what Karl has been up

me to step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself that I’m

move the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email catches my

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

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

something for the pack.

name that makes my

“I hate to say this, but I’ve already

your supplier so

it. Thanks. -Adam”

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

Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him with

didn’t I know about this before? The questions