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—”

the walls of the

falls silent, like a courtroom

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl?

like a new low, even for

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

to tell. Then he turns his attention to

voice as icy as his

clear that he’s not entirely sure who

onto Karl’s.

iron on my arm, branding me as if

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

turn

narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he asks, his

it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I

steal anything.”

this, his expression unreadable. After a

Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

stern, and oddly

that he’s an Alpha,

grip, a look of disbelief

like some

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

thieves back into our

blood fills my ears.

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

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of the

against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes blurring

I refuse

I murmur, wiping away a

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

too scared to see the expression

or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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