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.”

and her friends exchange glances, their eyes t winkling with a

“Of course,” Emily says.

get you started with some

red wines, a cosmopolitan, and a gin and tonic,” Emily

sweetness.

up,” I reply, making

of their conversation, laced with contempt.

it was just a fluke, but she’s

doesn’t even get to run her own restaurant, but has to wait

a giggle. “Maybe she can’t handle running the place. Probably gave it over to

know. Letting Alpha Karl run everything, always giving

eyes.”

their words, my hands start to tremble. I head into the back room to catch my

down on me. Who

and speaking about

“Abby, you alright?”

look up to see Karl standing there, his expression

I lie, unable to hide the shake

don’t look fine. What

my better judgment, I find myself spilling the story about

with each word, his eyes

handle this,” he says,

but he’s already pushing through the

unbreakable.

as he approaches Emily’s table and pulls

“Evening, Ladies.”

friends perk up, their eyes

Alpha Karl?” Emily exclaims. “What are you doing

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

looks up, surprise flickering across her

asks. “Got