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—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

The room falls silent, like a

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

can do is think back to the moment I

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I

like a new

locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of

to tell. Then he turns his attention

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

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

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

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

my voice laced with desperation, “I just

turn

narrow, but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks,

swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After

Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

disbelief

unfold like some sort of soap

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

and thieves back

A rush of blood fills

flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

me

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

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

I refuse

a stray tear. “I

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

don’t turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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