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—”

voice booms, echoing off the walls of the

silent, like

leans casually on the desk behind Karl,

I witnessed

make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me,

new low,

onto mine, and for a brief

he

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

that he’s not entirely sure who

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is

iron on my

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

to turn it

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

“And the emails?”

mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment,

go, Gerald.

sounding incredulous. “Are

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

that he’s an Alpha,

a look of disbelief

scene unfold like

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile.

thieves back into

of blood fills my ears.

his eyes flashing with something that

Now.”

hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

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

refuse to let

wiping away a stray tear.

the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

turn around. I’m too scared to see the

What if he thinks I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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