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—”

the walls of the study, drowning out

silent, like a courtroom

desk behind

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this

front of Karl?

new

brief moment, I

tell. Then he

voice as icy as

that he’s not entirely sure

my eyes locked onto Karl’s.

like iron on my arm, branding

voice laced with desperation, “I

turn

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

emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

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

Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding

low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

that he’s an Alpha, through

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his

watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

and thieves

A rush of blood fills my

his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

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

I refuse to let

murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

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

I’m too scared to

Gianna’s or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a hint of her

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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