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.”

eyes t

“Of course,” Emily says.

you started

gin and tonic,” Emily says, her tone

sweetness.

right up,” I reply, making a note

move away, my ears catch snippets of

fluke, but

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 one

know. Letting Alpha Karl

eyes.”

tremble. I head

comments crashing down on me. Who

speaking about me

“Abby, you alright?”

see Karl standing there, his expression etched

unable to hide the shake in

don’t look fine. What

find myself spilling the story about Emily and her friends.

word, his eyes

handle this,” he says, setting

protest, but

unbreakable.

as he

“Evening, Ladies.”

friends perk up, their

exclaims. “What are you doing

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

across

“Got