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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind

can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and

of Karl? I

new low, even for

and for a brief

he turns his

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and

he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby, explain

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

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

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

turn

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks,

mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious,

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You

Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding

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

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

disbelief contorting his face. But

whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

liars and thieves back into

silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me

floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

standing there, my heart pounding in my

I refuse to let

wiping away a stray tear. “I never

my way to the

around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see

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

on his lips?

rush out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring

dinner guests.

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