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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of the

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

to the moment I witnessed between her and

front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

new low, even

for a brief moment,

Then he turns his attention

commands, his voice as icy as his stare.

not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby, explain

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you

is like iron on my

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I

to turn it

in contemplation, as

“And the emails?”

mutter, swallowing hard. “I was

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns

Gerald. I

sounding

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

of the fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

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

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap

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

thieves back into our

blood fills my ears.

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a

Now.”

me one last time before

the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

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

refuse

a

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

too scared to see the expression on his

I’m guilty too? What

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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