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—”

the walls of the study, drowning out

room falls silent, like a

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

the moment I witnessed between

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew

new

for a brief moment, I see

Then he turns his attention to

as his

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

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

like iron on my arm, branding

with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop

to turn it

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

emails?” he asks, his voice

I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

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

Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding

Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like

the fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief

whole scene unfold like some sort

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

liars and thieves back into our

of blood fills my ears. I

eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

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

floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding

I refuse to let

a stray tear.

and make my way to the door,

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

Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

the room, bolting up the stairs and to

dinner guests.

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