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.”

smirking. “You know

lot of people will

of hearts were

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

mine.

with an answer, “I should mingle. But really, it

the food was

relieved. “You should

might have to

perfume wafting around me like

leaving me to my

conversation, I

about Karl and me so

the edge of the table, steadying

head, their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts already occupying my

been one of

conversations can pull you

afloat.

elegant crowd still

from it all.

break, a

my strategically arranged h

myself, I slip away from the table and make my way toward the exit,

maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere

from the

door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light

and the sight that greets

the walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting

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

head tells me to

desire to know more about what

to step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself that

the screen from its screensaver,

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

it’s just some

something for the pack.

it’s the name that makes my eyes glue to

but I’ve already

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

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

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

More than anything, why didn’t I