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.”

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

lot of people

after all. Lots of hearts

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

mine.

beams before I have to come up with an answer,

you. And the

you,” I say, relieved. “You should

might have to

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

me to

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

Karl and me so openly,

lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying myself.

weight to the heavy thoughts already occupying my

well—I know she did. She’s always been one

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

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing

from it all.

a break, a moment to breathe away

one last glance at my strategically arranged

from the table and make my way toward the

the maze-like hallways, feeling the

I distance myself from the

office, slightly ajar, a

the sight

and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk

wide open. Karl

at the back of my head tells me to leave it

to know more about what Karl has been up

I rationalize it by telling myself that I’m just turning

from its

my eyes away.

it’s just some work that Karl is doing

something for the pack.

the name that makes my eyes

say this, but I’ve already run out of those rare

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

Adam, who came out as ga y

be in contact with Karl about rare ingredients?

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