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.”

her friends exchange glances, their eyes t winkling with a fakeness that

“Of course,” Emily says.

I get you started with

gin and tonic,” Emily says,

sweetness.

up,” I reply, making a note on

move away, my ears catch snippets of their

was just a fluke, but she’s

ex-Luna doesn’t even get to run her

can’t handle running the place. Probably gave it over to one of

you know. Letting Alpha

eyes.”

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

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

and speaking about me like

“Abby, you alright?”

to see Karl standing there, his

unable to hide

don’t look fine.

judgment, I find myself spilling the story about Emily

word, his eyes

handle this,” he says, setting his

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

unbreakable.

he approaches

“Evening, Ladies.”

her friends perk

Karl?” Emily exclaims. “What are you

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

across her face.

not?” Karl asks. “Got a