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.”

eyes light up. “Oh, of course,” she says, smirking. “You

about it. I’m sure a lot of people will be relieved. You two

Lots of hearts were

of how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts

mine.

up with an answer, “I should mingle. But really, it was

And the

relieved. “You should come visit

to do just

she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves

to my plate of h

cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t

me so openly,

touch the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each

adding weight

did. She’s always been one of

pull you underwater when you’re already struggling

afloat.

the room, the elegant crowd still buzzing

from it all.

realize I need a break, a

last glance at my strategically

from the table and make my way toward the exit,

the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I

distance myself from the version of me

Karl’s private office, slightly ajar, a

the sight that greets me is comfortably

armchair, and Karl’s sleek, darkwood

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

head tells me to leave it alone, to walk away. But another, louder

by my concealed desire to know more about what Karl

rationalize it by telling myself that I’m just turning it

move the mouse to wake the screen from its screensaver, an open email catches my eye. I know

my eyes away. It mentions

this, figuring it’s just some

something for the pack.

makes

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

your supplier so I can order more? I’d

it. Thanks. -Adam”

in my ex-fiancee. Adam, who came out as ga y

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

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