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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of the study,

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a

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

in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

new

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

Then he turns his attention to

interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his

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

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

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me

Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought

turn

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as

emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he

go, Gerald. I

asks, sounding

go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern,

he’s an Alpha, through

a look of disbelief contorting

unfold like some sort of soap opera,

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

thieves back

rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

with something that looks

Now.”

me

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

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

refuse to

murmur, wiping away a stray

way to the door, but Karl’s voice

I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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