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

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl,

the moment I witnessed between

in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

a new

locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt?

to tell. Then he turns his

voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to

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

my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The

is like iron on my

“I just thought you

to turn it

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

emails?” he asks, his

admit that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious,

steal anything.”

absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a

go, Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

low, stern,

that he’s an Alpha,

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

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap

lips curling into a

thieves back into our

silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just

with something that looks a lot like

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

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

refuse to

wiping away a stray tear. “I

and make my way to the door, but

turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What if

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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