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.”

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

a lot of people

hearts were broken when the

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

mine.

up with an answer, “I should mingle.

And the

I say, relieved. “You should come visit my

to do just

a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves on

other guests, leaving me to

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now.

me

of the table, steadying

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

always been one of the more empathetic wives

can pull you underwater when you’re already

afloat.

crowd still buzzing with energy, but I find

from it all.

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

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

I slip away from the table and make my way

feeling the atmosphere change

from the version

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

and the

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

open. Karl must’ve forgotten

at the back of my head tells me to

desire to know more about what Karl has been

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

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

can’t tear my eyes away.

this, figuring it’s just some work that Karl

something for the pack.

the name that makes my eyes glue

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

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

came out

contact with Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl

place, and why? More than anything, why didn’t