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—”

walls of the study, drowning out my

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

is think back to the moment I witnessed between

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

a new low, even

onto mine, and for a brief moment, I

he turns his attention

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe

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

knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as

desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I

turn it

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together

the emails?” he asks, his

mutter, swallowing hard. “I

steal anything.”

seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding

go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

that he’s an Alpha,

disbelief contorting his

like

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

and thieves back into

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I

with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

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

floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

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

refuse

wiping away a stray

make my way to the

scared to see the expression on his face. What

What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a hint of

on his lips?

the room, bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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