#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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

behind Karl, a knowing

I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

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

new low, even

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see

he turns his attention to

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

that he’s not entirely sure

Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

“I just thought you left your

turn it

in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

emails?” he

I mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment,

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding

said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments

that he’s an Alpha,

grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of

lips curling into a contemptuous smile.

liars and thieves back into our

goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears.

something that looks a lot like

Now.”

me one

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding

I refuse

a stray

and make my way to the

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

Gianna’s or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a hint of

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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