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

silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl,

to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was

somehow? To make me look bad in front of

new low, even for

brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt?

tell. Then he turns his attention

her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back

not entirely

eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so

like iron on my arm,

I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

to turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment, he

go, Gerald. I

sounding incredulous.

go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern,

that he’s an Alpha,

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

like some sort of soap opera, steps

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

and thieves back

fills

reddens, his eyes flashing with something that

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me

hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes

refuse to

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

to the door, but Karl’s voice stops

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

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

on his lips?

stairs

dinner guests.

…