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

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like

casually on the desk behind

I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always

a new low, even

mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of

to tell. Then he turns his

icy as his stare. He turns back

entirely sure

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere

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

with desperation, “I just thought you

to turn it

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his voice

that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was

steal anything.”

absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You can

Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous.

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

he’s an Alpha, through

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

whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting

and thieves back

silent. A rush of blood fills my

reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot

Now.”

her shoulder, glaring at me

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor.

he leaves.

my heart pounding in my

I refuse to

away a stray tear. “I never should

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

too scared to see the expression on his face. What if

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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