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

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

to the moment I witnessed

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me,

a new low, even for

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

tell. Then he turns

her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his

icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension,

a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

desperation, “I just thought

to turn it

in contemplation,

the emails?”

I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I

asks, sounding

voice is low, stern, and oddly

the fact that he’s an Alpha,

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his

watching the whole scene unfold like some sort

curling into a contemptuous smile.

and thieves back into our

of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot

Now.”

me one last time

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

standing there, my heart

refuse to let

a stray tear. “I never should have

to the door, but Karl’s voice

around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What

What if he thinks I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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