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

sure a lot of people will be

of hearts were broken

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

mine.

before I have to come up with an answer, “I

you. And the food

I say, relieved. “You should come

have to do just

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

guests, leaving me to my plate of h ors

the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

Karl and me so openly,

of the table, steadying myself. Each word from

my head, their implications adding weight to the

know she did. She’s always been

pull you underwater

afloat.

the room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with

from it all.

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

With one last glance at my strategically arranged h ors

I slip away from the table and make my

through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere

I distance myself from the

I spot it—the door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out into

open, and the

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

open.

of my head tells me to leave it alone, to

fueled by my concealed desire to know more about what Karl has been up to all

rationalize it by telling myself that I’m

wake the screen from its

eyes away. It mentions rare ingredients and specialized

figuring it’s just some

something for the pack.

name that makes my

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

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out

in contact with Karl about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply

anything, why didn’t I know about