Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 89: 2 Truths, 1 Lie
Abby

“Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what’s going on?”

Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel

like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a

complete stranger in a home that I once used to rule.

Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he

announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your

personal computer.”

Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”

Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack,

and this just further proves my point.”

My jaw drops open, incredulous. I whirl around to face Gerald, wincing against his iron grip on my arm.

“Really, Gerald? A spy? Are you losing your marbles? What pack would I even be spying for, and

why?”

He sneers, his eyes turning into two narrow slits of suspicion. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s no secret

I’ve had my eye on you for years. Your behavior has always been…off. Perhaps you even plotted with

that gardener—what was his name? The one who has conveniently run away—to create this ‘cheating’

fiasco as a distraction.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It feels like I’ve just stepped into some sort of parallel universe, one

where wild accusations are flung around like confetti.

“Gerald, you’re completely delusional,” I fire back, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and

disbelief. “I’ve never done any such thing. You’re so busy playing detective that you’re seeing

conspiracies where there are none!”

Gerald scoffs. “Ha! As if I don’t—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out my

silent, like

behind Karl, a knowing

do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

a new

a brief moment, I see

Then he turns his attention to

icy as his stare. He turns back to me,

entirely sure who

eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you

a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding

desperation, “I just thought

to turn it

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

emails?” he asks,

caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t trying

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a

go, Gerald. I

sounding incredulous.

stern,

of the fact that he’s an Alpha, through

disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

like some sort of soap opera, steps

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

liars and thieves back into our

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

standing there, my heart pounding in my

I refuse to

away a stray tear.

to the

I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his

I’m guilty too? What if there’s still

on his lips?

the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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