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.”

“Oh, of course,” she says, smirking. “You know me;

lot of people will be relieved. You two were

of hearts

Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts were

mine.

come up with an answer, “I should

you. And the food

you,” I say, relieved. “You should come visit my restaurant

have to do

quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a

with other guests, leaving me to my plate of h ors

surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained

and me

edge of the table, steadying myself. Each word from

their implications adding weight to the

She’s always been one of the more empathetic wives in the

conversations can pull you underwater when you’re already

afloat.

crowd still buzzing with energy,

from it all.

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

one last glance at my strategically

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

the maze-like hallways, feeling the

I distance myself from the version of me they all want to

it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a

I push it open, and the sight

armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk

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

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

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

it by telling myself

from its screensaver, an open email

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

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

something for the pack.

it’s the name that makes

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

the name of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

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

rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him with any

didn’t I know about