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

silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

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

the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

bad in front of Karl? I

a new low, even

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

tell. Then he turns his

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby,

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

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

laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

to turn

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

emails?” he asks, his

swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

this, his expression unreadable. After a

Gerald. I

sounding incredulous. “Are

go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave,

watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of

her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

thieves back into our

goes silent. A rush of blood fills my

with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

at me one last

the hardwood floor.

he leaves.

standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my

I refuse to let

away a

the door, but

I’m too scared to see the expression on his face.

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

on his lips?

out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to

dinner guests.

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