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; I’ll make

people will be

after all. Lots of hearts were

respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot

mine.

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

And the food was

“You should come

might have to

a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like

guests, leaving me to my plate of h ors

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

Karl and me so

the table, steadying myself.

their implications adding weight

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

even well-intended conversations can pull you underwater

afloat.

the room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but

from it all.

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

glance at my strategically arranged h ors

make my way

maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I

crowd, as I distance myself from the version of me they all want to

Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a sliver of

the sight that greets me

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

open. Karl must’ve forgotten to shut

tells me to

about

step closer. I rationalize it by telling myself

the screen from its screensaver, an

tear my eyes away. It

ignore something like this, figuring it’s just some work

something for the pack.

name that makes my eyes

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

your supplier so

it. Thanks. -Adam”

my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out

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

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