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 out my indignation

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

behind Karl, a knowing smirk

can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

a new low, even

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief

Then he turns his attention

her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

It’s clear that he’s not entirely

Karl’s. The atmosphere

with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m already

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just

turn

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

emails?” he asks, his voice

I mutter, swallowing

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding

her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and

that he’s an Alpha, through

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting

unfold like some

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

but liars and thieves back

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

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

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

he leaves.

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

refuse to

wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

and make my way to the door,

turn around. I’m too scared

I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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