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.”

light up. “Oh, of course,” she says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll make sure all

people will be

of hearts were broken when the

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

mine.

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

you. And the

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

have to do

a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud,

me to my

conversation, I feel

and me so openly,

the table, steadying myself.

my head, their implications adding weight to

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

you underwater when

afloat.

elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but

from it all.

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

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

table and make

hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I distance

as I distance myself from the

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

push it open, and the sight that greets me is

the walls, a leather armchair, and

is glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to

head tells me to leave it alone,

desire to know more about what Karl has been

to step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself

screen from its screensaver, an open email

can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare

it’s just some work that Karl is doing in his

something for the pack.

that makes my eyes

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

willing to share the name of your supplier so I

it. Thanks. -Adam”

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

in contact with Karl about rare

than anything, why didn’t I