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—”

walls of the

The room falls silent,

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

the moment I witnessed between her and

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

like a new low, even for

onto mine, and for a brief

he turns

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He

not entirely sure who to

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

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

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

turn it

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing

emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You

go, Gerald. I

sounding incredulous. “Are

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

the fact that he’s an Alpha,

a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave,

unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

liars and thieves back into

of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just said

eyes flashing with something that

Now.”

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

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

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

I refuse to

wiping away a

my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops

I’m too scared to see the expression

if he thinks I’m guilty too? What

on his lips?

the room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused

dinner guests.

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