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—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out my

silent,

behind

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

a new low,

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

to tell. Then he turns

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely

my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick

iron on my

with desperation, “I just thought you

to turn

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

emails?” he asks, his

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

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns

Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous.

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

that he’s an Alpha,

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

scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting

liars and thieves back into our

A rush of blood fills

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

me one

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart

I refuse to

wiping away a stray

to the door, but Karl’s

turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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