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.”

she says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll make

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

Lots of hearts

uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts

mine.

before I have to come up with an answer,

the

I say, relieved. “You

have to do just

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

with other guests, leaving me to

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

Karl and me so openly, so

edge of the table, steadying myself. Each

in my head, their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts

been one of the more empathetic wives in the

you underwater when you’re

afloat.

around the room, the elegant crowd still

from it all.

need a break, a moment to breathe away from prying eyes

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

I slip away from the table and make my way toward the

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the

crowd, as I distance myself from the version of me

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

open, and the

a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek,

laptop screen is glowing, wide open.

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

to know more about what Karl has been up to all

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 catches my eye. I

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

figuring it’s just some work that Karl is doing

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes glue

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

share the name of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out as ga y and broke up

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

and why? More than anything, why didn’t I know about this before? The