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,

room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

I witnessed

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

a new low,

a brief

Then he turns his attention to

icy as his stare. He turns back to

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

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is

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

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

to turn

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

“And the emails?” he

that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous.

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

the fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

of disbelief contorting his face. But

whole scene unfold like

curling into a

and thieves

goes silent. A rush of blood fills my

with something that looks

Now.”

her shoulder, glaring at me one last

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

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

I refuse

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I

my way to the door, but Karl’s

around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the

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

on his lips?

the stairs

dinner guests.

…