#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.”

she says, smirking. “You know me;

it. I’m sure a lot of people will

all. Lots of hearts

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

mine.

I have to come up with an

And the food was

relieved. “You

to do just

wafting around

with other guests, leaving me to my

conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

Karl and me so

the

weight to the

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

you underwater when you’re already struggling to

afloat.

still buzzing with energy,

from it all.

break, a moment to breathe

at my strategically arranged h

and make my way toward

hallways, feeling the atmosphere change

the version of me

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

push it open, and the sight that

leather armchair, and Karl’s sleek,

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

of my head tells me to leave it alone, to

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

telling myself that I’m

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

I can’t tear my eyes away. It mentions rare

it’s just some work that Karl is doing in

something for the pack.

makes my eyes

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

willing to share the name of your supplier so

it. Thanks. -Adam”

out as ga y and broke up with

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

why didn’t

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