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 sure

people will be relieved. You two

Lots of hearts

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

mine.

come up with

And the food was

I say, relieved. “You should come visit my

have to

she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like

leaving me to my plate of h ors

the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I

Karl and me so openly,

edge of the table, steadying

weight to

she did. She’s always been one of the more empathetic

pull you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

elegant crowd still buzzing with

from it all.

when I realize I need a break, a moment to

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

from the table and make my way toward

maze-like hallways, feeling the

I distance myself from the version

office, slightly ajar, a sliver

push it open, and the sight that greets me

and

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

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

concealed desire to know more about

closer. I rationalize it by telling

I move the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email catches my eye.

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

it’s just some work that Karl is doing

something for the pack.

name that makes

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

name of your

it. Thanks. -Adam”

ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as ga

with Karl about rare

why didn’t I know