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

of people will

all. Lots of hearts were

how to respond. Yes,

mine.

beams before I have to come up with an answer,

And the

relieved. “You should come visit my restaurant

might have to do

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

other guests, leaving me to my plate

our conversation, I feel drained

me

of the table, steadying myself. Each

their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts

know she did. She’s always been one

pull you underwater when you’re already

afloat.

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

from it all.

I need a break, a moment to breathe

glance at my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres,

from the table and make my way toward

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the

crowd, as I distance myself from the

I spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of

push it open, and the sight that greets me is comfortably

a leather armchair, and

wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to

head tells me to leave

concealed desire to know more about what Karl has been

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

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

tear my eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients and

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

something for the pack.

that makes

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

the name of your supplier so I can

it. Thanks. -Adam”

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

he be in contact with Karl about rare ingredients?

why? More than anything, why didn’t I