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.”

t

“Of course,” Emily says.

you started with

wines, a cosmopolitan, and a gin and tonic,” Emily says, her tone dripping with

sweetness.

I reply, making a note on my

ears catch snippets of their conversation, laced with contempt. “Wow. Last

fluke,

an ex-Luna doesn’t even get to run

running the place. Probably

was always like that, you know. Letting Alpha

eyes.”

words, my hands start to tremble. I head

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

speaking

“Abby, you alright?”

up to see Karl standing there, his expression

unable to hide the shake

don’t look

my better judgment, I find myself spilling the story about Emily and her friends.

each word, his eyes

handle this,” he says, setting

don’t make a scene,” I protest, but he’s already pushing through the swing

unbreakable.

he approaches Emily’s table and pulls up

“Evening, Ladies.”

perk up, their eyes

Karl?” Emily exclaims. “What are you doing

dishwasher-slash-line cook,” he says, locking eyes

looks up, surprise flickering across her

Karl asks. “Got a problem with