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.”

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

about it. I’m sure a lot of people

all. Lots of hearts were

how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot

mine.

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

And the

relieved. “You should come visit

have to

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

with other guests, leaving me to

the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel

and me

lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying

their implications adding weight to the

well—I know she did. She’s always been one of the more empathetic wives in

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

afloat.

still buzzing with

from it all.

need a break, a moment to breathe away from

at my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I

the table and make my way toward the exit, my heels

I navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere

the version

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

it open, and the sight that greets me

leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood

open.

of my head tells me to leave it

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

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

wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email

eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients

figuring it’s just some

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes

but I’ve already run out of those rare ingredients. I

you’d be willing to share the name of your supplier so I

it. Thanks. -Adam”

came out

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

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