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

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

desk behind

think back to the moment I

bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

like a new low, even for

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

to tell. Then he turns

voice as icy as his

he’s not entirely sure who to

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

a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm,

my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your

to turn it

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

“And the emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald.

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

the fact that he’s an Alpha, through

look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave,

whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

and thieves

of blood fills

something that looks a lot like

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

left standing there, my heart pounding in my

refuse to let

away a stray tear. “I never should

the door, but Karl’s voice

around. I’m too scared to see the expression on

What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

stairs

dinner guests.

…