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.”

of course,” she says, smirking. “You know

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

all. Lots of hearts were broken when the marriage

uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. Yes, I’m

mine.

with

you. And the

“You should come visit

have to do

quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like

other guests, leaving me to my plate of

I feel drained

and me so

fingers lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying myself.

their implications adding weight to the heavy

She’s always been one of the more empathetic wives in the

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

afloat.

crowd still buzzing

from it all.

realize I need a break, a moment to

glance at my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I make

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

navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere

the version of me they all want to

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

the sight that greets

lining the walls, a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting his

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

back of my head tells me to leave

more about what Karl has been

to step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself that

I move the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email catches

my eyes away. It mentions rare

like this, figuring it’s just some work

something for the pack.

name that makes

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

be willing to share the name of your supplier so I can order more? I’d really

it. Thanks. -Adam”

Adam, who came out as ga

rare

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