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 me; I’ll

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

of hearts

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

mine.

I have to come up with

the food

say, relieved. “You should come visit

might have to

me a quick hug, her perfume wafting

to my plate of

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel

and me so openly, so

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

my head, their implications adding weight

been one

can pull you underwater

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing

from it all.

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

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

away from the table and make

the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I distance

the version

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

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

and Karl’s

open. Karl must’ve forgotten to shut

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

desire to know more about what Karl has been

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

screen from its screensaver, an

read it, but I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions

figuring it’s just some work that Karl is

something for the pack.

name that makes

to say this, but I’ve

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out as ga y and

with Karl about rare ingredients? When did

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