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—”

voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

silent, like a courtroom

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing

is think back to the moment I witnessed

in front of Karl?

new low, even for

and for a brief moment, I see a

to tell. Then he turns

as his stare. He turns

that he’s not entirely sure who to believe

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

is like iron on my arm, branding me

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

to turn it

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

“And the emails?” he asks, his

mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious,

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment,

Gerald. I believe

sounding incredulous.

is low, stern, and oddly

that he’s an Alpha, through

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

like some sort of soap opera,

into a contemptuous

thieves back into

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she

eyes flashing with something that looks a

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

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

refuse to

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a

the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

too scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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