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 winkling with

“Of course,” Emily says.

get you started with some

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

sweetness.

I reply, making a note on my

snippets of their conversation, laced

just a fluke,

get to run her own restaurant, but has to

place. Probably gave it over to one of the

that, you know. Letting Alpha Karl run everything, always giving him

eyes.”

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

comments crashing down on me.

restaurant and speaking about me like

“Abby, you alright?”

standing there, his expression etched with

I lie, unable to hide the

don’t look

spilling the

his eyes

he says, setting

a scene,” I protest, but he’s

unbreakable.

as he approaches

“Evening, Ladies.”

perk up, their eyes

Emily exclaims. “What are you

dishwasher-slash-line

across her face.

Karl asks. “Got a