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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a

I

in front of

a new

brief moment, I see a

to tell. Then he turns his attention

Karl commands, his voice as icy as

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

eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is

a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on

my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought

to turn it

not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After

Gerald.

sounding

is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this that

the fact that he’s an Alpha, through

of disbelief

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

but liars and thieves back into

blood fills my

eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

glaring at me one last time before stalking out of

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

my heart pounding in my

I refuse to let

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I never should have

make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

up the stairs and to

dinner guests.

…