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

sure a lot of people will be relieved. You two

of hearts were broken when the

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

mine.

she beams before I have to come up with

And the

say, relieved. “You

might have to do just

perfume wafting around me like a cloud,

leaving me to my plate of

cheeriness of our conversation, I

Karl and me so openly, so

lightly touch the edge of the

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

been

even well-intended conversations can pull you underwater

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I find myself

from it all.

I realize I need a break, a moment to breathe away from

strategically arranged

table and make my way toward the exit,

through the maze-like hallways, feeling the

the crowd, as I distance myself from the version

Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver

open, and the sight that greets

a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood

open. Karl must’ve forgotten

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

to know more about what Karl has been up to all these

rationalize it by telling myself that

the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver, an open

it, but I can’t tear my eyes

this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl is doing in his

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes

hate to say this, but I’ve already

name of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out

with Karl about rare ingredients? When

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