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—”

off the walls of the study, drowning out

The room falls silent, like a

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

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

look bad in front of Karl? I

like a new low, even for

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

to tell. Then he turns his attention

voice as icy as his stare. He turns back

not entirely sure who

eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere

iron on my arm,

desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on.

turn

suspicion—more in

“And the emails?” he asks, his voice

admit that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding

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

the fact that he’s an Alpha,

of disbelief contorting

been watching the whole scene unfold like some

lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

liars and thieves

silent. A rush of blood fills

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

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

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

standing there, my heart pounding in my chest,

I refuse to let

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

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 on

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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