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 study,

The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

the desk behind Karl,

back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

front of Karl? I always

a new low, even

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

Then he turns his attention to

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

just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

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

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 on.

turn it

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

the emails?” he asks,

mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

go, Gerald. I

sounding incredulous.

stern,

the fact that he’s an Alpha,

his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before

the whole scene unfold like some

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

but liars and thieves

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

his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me

against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in

I refuse to let

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I never

turn and make my way to the door, but

turn around. I’m too scared to see the

guilty too? What if there’s still

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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