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, drowning out my

room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

in front of Karl? I always knew

new low, even for

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I

tell. Then he turns his attention

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to

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

stand there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you

Gerald’s grip is like iron

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

turn

not in suspicion—more in

“And the emails?” he asks, his

caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment,

Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding

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

he’s an Alpha, through and

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

the whole scene unfold like some sort

a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

but liars and thieves back into

fills my ears. I can’t believe she

with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

me one last

floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding in my

refuse

murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I

make my way to the door, but Karl’s

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

or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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