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, drowning out my

room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

casually on the desk behind

to the moment I witnessed between

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

a new low, even

onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern?

to tell. Then he turns his attention

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

clear that he’s not entirely sure who

Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding

“I

to turn it

in contemplation,

the emails?” he

my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You

go, Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding incredulous.

voice is low, stern, and oddly

that he’s an Alpha,

of disbelief contorting his

like some

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

thieves back

fills my ears. I can’t

with something that looks

Now.”

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

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

I’m left standing there, my heart

I refuse to let

a stray tear.

turn and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

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

What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

up the stairs and to my

dinner guests.

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