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.”

smirking. “You know me; I’ll make

it. I’m sure a lot of people

all. Lots of hearts were broken

Yes, I’m sure a lot

mine.

before I have to come up with an

you. And the

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

have to

me a quick hug, her perfume wafting

guests, leaving me to

our conversation, I feel drained

me so

edge of the

in my head, their implications adding weight to the heavy

well—I know she did. She’s always been one of the more empathetic wives in the

pull you

afloat.

room, the elegant crowd still buzzing

from it all.

break, a moment

at my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I

away from the table and make my way toward the exit, my

through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere

I distance myself from the version of me they

door to Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out

and the sight that greets

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

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

the back of my head tells me to leave it

more about what Karl has been up to

by telling myself that I’m

wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email

my eyes away. It mentions rare

some work

something for the pack.

the name that makes my eyes glue to

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

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

it. Thanks. -Adam”

my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as

about rare ingredients?

didn’t I know about