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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study,

baseless accusations. The room falls silent,

the desk behind Karl,

can do is think back to the moment I

To make me look bad in front of

new low,

and for a brief moment, I see

he turns his attention

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

he’s not entirely

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

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your

turn it

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

emails?”

mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

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

he’s an Alpha, through

a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he

the whole scene unfold like

a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

and thieves back into

fills my ears. I can’t believe

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of the

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

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

refuse to

a stray tear.

to the door, but

too scared

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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