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—”

off the walls of the study,

The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl, a

back to the moment I witnessed between her

bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated

new

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt?

Then he turns his

his voice as icy as his

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

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

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

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

to turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

the emails?” he asks, his

admit that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t trying

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald.

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding

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

that he’s an Alpha,

his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

scene unfold like

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous

thieves back

rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last

floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

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

refuse

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

to the door, but Karl’s voice

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

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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