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.”

says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll make sure

people will be relieved.

after all. Lots of hearts were broken when the

Yes,

mine.

beams before I have to come up with an answer, “I should mingle.

the food

you,” I say, relieved. “You should come visit

have to do just

her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then

to my plate of h

our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t expect to

me so openly, so

the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each

my head, their implications adding weight to the

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

conversations can pull you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I

from it all.

realize I need a break, a

last glance at my strategically arranged h

and make my way toward the exit, my heels clicking a

feeling the atmosphere

the crowd, as I distance myself from the version of me they all want

office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling

corridor. I push it open, and the sight that greets me is comfortably

walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s

the laptop screen is glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve

of my head tells me to leave it

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

by telling myself

I move the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver,

can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients and

it’s just some work that Karl is

something for the pack.

that makes my eyes glue to

Karl,” the email reads, “I hate to say this, but

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

as in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as ga y and

contact with Karl about rare ingredients? When

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