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—”

echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

accusations. The room falls silent, like a

desk behind Karl, a

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

me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

new low, even

brief moment, I see a flicker of

to tell. Then he

voice as icy as his stare.

icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right

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

like iron on my arm, branding me as

my voice laced with desperation, “I

to turn it

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he

eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

unreadable. After

go, Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments

of the fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his

scene unfold like some sort of

Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting

and thieves

of blood fills my ears. I

with something that looks a

Now.”

me one last time before stalking

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

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

I refuse to

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

my way to the door, but

don’t turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on

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

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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