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.”

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

a lot of people will be relieved. You two

of hearts

Yes, I’m sure a lot

mine.

to come up with

you. And the food

I say, relieved. “You should come visit

might have to do

wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves on

guests, leaving me to my plate of h

of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

Karl and me

the table, steadying myself. Each

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

She’s always been one

well-intended conversations can pull you underwater

afloat.

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

from it all.

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

strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make my

the table and make my way toward the exit, my

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling

distance myself from the

office, slightly ajar, a

corridor. I push it open, and the

walls, a leather armchair, and

screen is glowing, wide open.

tells me to leave it

more about what

it by telling myself that I’m just turning it off for

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

can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare

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

something for the pack.

the name that makes my eyes

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

willing to share the name of your supplier so

it. Thanks. -Adam”

Adam, who came out as ga

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

anything, why didn’t I know about