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 study, drowning

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

new low, even

for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern?

tell. Then he turns

Karl commands, his voice as icy as

that he’s not entirely sure

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

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

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

to turn

in contemplation, as if he’s

“And the emails?” he asks, his voice

caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald.

Gerald. I believe

sounding incredulous.

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

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

of disbelief contorting his face.

watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

but liars and thieves back

fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

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

Now.”

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

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

door slams shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest,

I refuse to let

murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I never

the door, but Karl’s voice

don’t turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared

Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still

on his lips?

of the room, bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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