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

room falls silent, like

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

make me look bad in front of

a new low, even

and for a brief moment,

Then he turns his

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby,

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

with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm,

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your

turn it

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he asks, his

swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You can

go, Gerald. I believe

sounding incredulous.

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

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

of disbelief contorting

scene unfold like some sort of

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

thieves

rush of blood fills my ears. I

his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

at me one last time before stalking out of

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

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

I refuse to

murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I

way to the door, but Karl’s

around. I’m too scared

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

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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