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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study,

room falls silent,

the desk behind Karl, a knowing

I can 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 low, even

onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern?

tell. Then he turns his

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He

not entirely sure who to believe right

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

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

desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop

turn

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as

“And the emails?” he asks,

my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a

Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

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

fact that he’s an Alpha, through

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face.

scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

but liars and thieves

blood fills my ears. I can’t believe

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

Now.”

glaring at me one last time before

hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

door slams shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest,

refuse

murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

scared to see the expression

if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

the stairs

dinner guests.

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