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—”

voice booms, echoing off the walls

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

I can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier;

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

like a new low,

brief moment, I see a flicker

Then he turns his

as his

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

onto Karl’s. The atmosphere

knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my

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

turn it

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I believe

sounding incredulous.

stern, and oddly terrifying.

the fact that he’s an Alpha, through

a look of disbelief contorting

scene unfold like some sort of

a

and thieves back

goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

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

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

my heart pounding in my chest,

refuse

a stray tear. “I never

way to the door,

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

thinks I’m guilty too? What

on his lips?

the stairs and to my

dinner guests.

…