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

people will be relieved. You

Lots of hearts were broken

to respond. Yes, I’m sure

mine.

she beams before I have to come up with

the food

relieved. “You should come

have to do just

perfume wafting

leaving me to my plate of h

our conversation, I feel drained

Karl and me so openly,

edge of the table,

adding weight to the heavy thoughts already

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

you underwater

afloat.

elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I find

from it all.

break, a moment to breathe away from prying eyes and

my strategically arranged h ors d’oeuvres, I

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

feeling

the version of me they

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

open, and the sight that greets me is comfortably

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

glowing, wide open. Karl must’ve forgotten to shut

me to leave

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

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

from its screensaver,

tear my eyes away. It mentions

just some work that Karl is doing in

something for the pack.

that makes my eyes glue to

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

of your supplier so I can order more? I’d really

it. Thanks. -Adam”

in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out

about rare ingredients? When did Karl supply him

and why? More than anything, why didn’t I know about this before? The