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—”

walls of the study,

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

think back to the moment I witnessed between

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

a new low, even

locks onto mine, and for a brief

tell. Then he

interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare.

he’s not entirely

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

grip is like iron on my arm,

voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

to turn

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

the emails?” he asks, his

I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but

steal anything.”

absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a

Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

stern, and

of the fact that he’s an Alpha,

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

the whole scene unfold like some

lips curling into a contemptuous smile.

liars and thieves

blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

me one last

against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

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

refuse

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

and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice

scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

out of the room, bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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