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—”

echoing off the walls of the study,

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

on the desk behind Karl, a

back to the moment I witnessed between her and

bad in front of Karl? I always knew

a new

brief moment, I see

tell. Then he turns his attention

voice as icy as his stare. He

just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so

grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if

with desperation, “I

to turn it

narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment,

Gerald.

sounding incredulous. “Are

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

he’s an Alpha, through and

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave,

the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap

she sneers, her lips curling into a

but liars and thieves back into

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

with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking

the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

door slams shut, and I’m left standing there, my

refuse

wiping away a stray tear. “I never should have

turn and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice

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

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

on his lips?

stairs and to

dinner guests.

…