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—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out

The room falls silent, like

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier;

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

new low,

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

to tell. Then he turns his

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

clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

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

like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

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

turn it

in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

the emails?” he asks, his voice

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

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding incredulous.

low, stern,

of the fact that he’s an Alpha, through

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap

lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

and thieves back into our

blood fills my ears. I can’t

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

Now.”

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

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes blurring

I refuse to

wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

my way to the door,

around. I’m too scared

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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