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—”

off the walls

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

leans casually on the desk behind

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated

like a new low,

brief moment, I see a flicker

Then he turns

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

entirely sure who to believe right

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

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

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

to turn

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his

eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After

Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding

said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments

fact that he’s an Alpha, through and

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief

whole scene unfold like some sort of

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

thieves back into our

blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

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

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

my heart pounding in

I refuse to

murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

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

don’t turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his

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

on his lips?

rush out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares

dinner guests.

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