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

people will be relieved. You

hearts were broken

of how to respond. Yes,

mine.

beams before I have to come up with an answer,

And the

say, relieved. “You

might have to do just

wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves on

with other guests, leaving me to my

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I

me so openly,

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

my head, their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts

meant well—I know she did. She’s always been one of the more empathetic

even well-intended conversations can pull you underwater when you’re already struggling

afloat.

the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I find

from it all.

realize I need a break, a moment to

my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make my

I slip away from the table and make my way toward the exit, my heels clicking a

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling

I distance myself from the

spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into

and the sight that

walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s

the laptop screen is glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to

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

my concealed desire to know more about what Karl has been up to

to step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself

wake the screen from its screensaver, an

can’t tear my eyes away.

this, figuring it’s just some work that

something for the pack.

makes my eyes glue to the

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

willing to share the name of your supplier so I can order more? I’d really

it. Thanks. -Adam”

came out as ga y

in contact with Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl

anything, why didn’t I know about this