Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 102
“What happened?” I rush over, my eyes narrowing with concern.

“I, erm… I rolled my ankle while serving table nine. Just give me five minutes and I’ll get back out

there,” she says, grimacing with each word.

I take one look at her flushed face, her ankle swelling before my eyes, and shake my head. “No, you’re

going home. Put that leg up. I’ll take over your tables tonight.”

Daisy starts to protest, her eyes filled with worry. “But the tips—”

“Don’t worry about that. Whatever tips you miss out on tonight, I’ll cover. Just go home and take care of

yourself.”

She hesitates for a moment before finally nodding, gratitude flooding her features. “Thank you, Abby.”

“Get better, okay?” I say as she limps out of the restaurant, supported by Ethan.

I tie on an apron and grab a notepad, turning my attention to Daisy’s tables. And then I see her—Emily,

the Luna who used to be an acquaintance of mine, sitting there with her friends, smirking as if she

owns the place.

Here we go.

“Nice to see you all again,” I greet, forcing a smile as I approach the table.

“Well, well! If it isn’t Abby,” Emily says, a stiff smile taking over her features. “We were just talking about

you.”

“Were you?” I manage an equally stiff smile and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hopefully only

good things.”

exchange glances, their eyes t winkling with a fakeness that makes

“Of course,” Emily says.

I get you started with some

gin and tonic,” Emily says, her tone

sweetness.

reply, making

snippets of their conversation,

just a fluke, but she’s waiting

get to run her own restaurant, but has to wait

place. Probably gave

that, you know. Letting Alpha Karl run everything, always giving him

eyes.”

I listen to their words, my hands start to tremble. I head into

weight of their comments crashing down on me. Who do they think they are,

my restaurant and speaking

“Abby, you alright?”

see Karl standing there, his

fine,” I lie, unable to

don’t look

find myself spilling the story about Emily and her friends. His

word, his eyes darkening like a

this,” he says,

but he’s already pushing through the swing door,

unbreakable.

he approaches Emily’s table

“Evening, Ladies.”

her friends perk up, their

exclaims. “What are

“I work here. As a dishwasher-slash-line cook,” he

looks up, surprise flickering across

not?” Karl asks. “Got a