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—”

the walls of the study, drowning

room falls silent, like

the desk behind Karl,

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

somehow? To make me look bad in front of

new low, even for

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment,

to tell. Then he turns

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his

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

eyes locked onto Karl’s.

is like iron on my arm, branding me as if

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

turn it

in

“And the emails?” he asks,

mutter, swallowing

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he

Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous.

stern, and oddly terrifying.

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

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

unfold like some

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

and thieves back into

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

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks

Now.”

me one

hardwood floor.

he leaves.

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

I refuse

I murmur, wiping away a stray

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

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

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

on his lips?

the room, bolting up the stairs and to my

dinner guests.

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