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

hear about it. I’m sure a lot of people will be relieved. You two

Lots of hearts were

respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts were

mine.

I have to come up with

the

“You should come visit

might have to do

that, she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a

me to my plate of h

of our conversation, I

me so openly,

fingers lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each word from our

adding weight to

did. She’s always been one of the

can pull you

afloat.

still buzzing with energy, but I

from it all.

a break, a moment to breathe away from

my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres,

make

I navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the

from the version of me they

when I spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a

I push it open, and the

and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting

is glowing, wide open.

the back of my head tells me to leave it alone, to

fueled by my concealed desire to know more about

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

to wake the screen from its screensaver,

but I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare

it’s just some work

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes glue to the

email reads, “I hate to say this, but I’ve already run out of those

name of your supplier so I can order more? I’d

it. Thanks. -Adam”

came out as ga y and broke up with

Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl

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