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

sure a lot of people will be

hearts were

how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a

mine.

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

And the

I say, relieved. “You should come visit my

might have to do

quick hug, her perfume wafting around

guests, leaving me to my plate of h

the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I

me so

fingers lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying

in my head, their implications adding weight to

always been one of the more empathetic wives in the

you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but

from it all.

a break, a

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

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

feeling the atmosphere change as

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

private office,

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

a leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood desk hosting

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

of my head tells me to leave it alone, to walk

about

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

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

read it, but I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients and specialized

just some work that Karl is doing in his spare

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes glue

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

share the name of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

Adam, who came out as ga

about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him with any in

didn’t I know about this before?