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.”

says, smirking. “You know me;

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

after all. Lots of hearts were broken when the marriage

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

mine.

come up with an answer, “I should mingle.

you. And the food

I say, relieved. “You should

to

perfume wafting around me like

with other guests, leaving me to my plate of

conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t expect to

Karl and me so

the table, steadying

their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts already

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

pull you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

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

from it all.

break, a moment to breathe

one last glance at my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make my

the table and make my way toward the exit,

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

distance myself from the version of me they all want

Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver

push it open, and the sight that greets

leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting

screen is glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to shut it

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

know more about what Karl has been up to

I rationalize it by telling

its screensaver, an open email

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

I’d ignore something like this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl is doing in his spare

something for the pack.

the name that makes my eyes

the email reads, “I hate to say this, but I’ve

your supplier so I can order more? I’d really

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out

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

why didn’t I know about this before?