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;

people will be

all. Lots of hearts were broken

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

mine.

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

the food was

you,” I say, relieved. “You

might have to do

wafting around me like a

with other guests, leaving me to my plate of

I feel drained now. I

Karl and me

of the table, steadying myself. Each word from

their implications adding weight to the heavy

she did. She’s always been one of the more

you

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing

from it all.

realize I need a break, a

at my strategically

and make my way toward the exit, my

hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I

from the version of me they all

it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light

push it open, and the sight

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

is glowing, wide open.

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

about what Karl has

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

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

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

it’s just some work that Karl is doing

something for the pack.

makes my eyes glue to the

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

of your supplier

it. Thanks. -Adam”

my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as ga y and

would he be in contact with Karl about rare

and why? More than anything, why didn’t