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.”

glances, their eyes t

“Of course,” Emily says.

you started with

and tonic,” Emily says, her tone dripping

sweetness.

I reply, making a note

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

was just a fluke, but she’s waiting tables

ex-Luna doesn’t even get to run her own

“Maybe she can’t handle running the place. Probably gave it

was always like that, you know. Letting Alpha Karl run everything, always

eyes.”

words, my hands start to tremble.

crashing down on

speaking about

“Abby, you alright?”

standing there, his expression etched with

fine,” I lie, unable to hide the shake in my

don’t look fine. What

the story about Emily and her

each word, his eyes darkening like

he says,

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

unbreakable.

pounding as he approaches Emily’s table

“Evening, Ladies.”

and her friends perk up, their eyes

Emily exclaims. “What are you doing

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

up, surprise flickering across her

Karl asks. “Got