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—”

echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

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

to the moment I witnessed between her

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

like a new low, even

onto mine, and for a brief moment,

tell. Then he turns his attention to

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me,

icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who

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

grip is like iron on my arm,

desperation, “I just

to turn it

suspicion—more in

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his voice

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

steal anything.”

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

Gerald. I believe

sounding

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

that he’s an Alpha, through

disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

scene unfold like some sort of

her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

thieves back

silent. A rush of blood fills

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that

Now.”

her shoulder, glaring at me

the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes blurring

refuse to

away a stray tear. “I never should

turn and make my way to the door, but Karl’s

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

if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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