#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, drowning

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

casually on the desk behind Karl, a

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

of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me,

new low,

and for a brief

to tell. Then he turns

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

clear that he’s not entirely sure who

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

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

with desperation, “I just thought you left your

to turn

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks,

it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment,

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding incredulous.

said, 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 contorting

scene unfold like some sort

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

liars and thieves back into

silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I

that looks

Now.”

glaring at me one

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

standing there, my

I refuse to let

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

my way to the door, but

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

guilty too? What if there’s

on his lips?

the room, bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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