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,

The room falls silent, like a courtroom

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

like a new

and for a brief moment, I see

Then he turns his attention to

commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

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

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I

turn it

in contemplation, as if he’s

puzzle. “And the emails?”

my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

of the fact that he’s an Alpha,

disbelief

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

curling into a contemptuous smile.

but liars and thieves back into our

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

reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

I’m left standing there, my heart

I refuse to

wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

the door, but

can’t turn around. I’m too scared

or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a

on his lips?

the stairs and

dinner guests.

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