Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0132
Truthfully, I can’t be angry with Gerald. He’s worked with Karl’s adoptive family for decades, literally

watched Karl grow up once he was taken in here. He’s steadfastly loyal, and clearly angry with me. But

his anger is founded on mistruths.

The sooner that Karl makes his official announcement, the better. If I’m going to become friends with

him and make trips to visit, then I need to confront him.

And if he doesn’t come clean, then it’s high time that I set the record straight. The whispers, the

suspicious glances, the underlying tension—they have to stop. And they will, even if I have to be the

one to stop them.

I look back at the glass of iced tea, its contents shimmering in the afternoon light. I take a sip, letting

the cold liquid quench my thirst, but not my need for rectification. As I set the glass down, I make up my

mind.

When Karl gets home, we’re going to have to talk. And this time, there’ll be no room for waiting. He

needs to make this announcement today, or I’m leaving. And I won’t be coming back.

…

walks through the door, I can almost feel

head what I’ll say

just as I’m opening my mouth

short notice, Abby, but I’m hosting an Alpha dinner tonight at

his jacket on the h ook beside the

I feel a sudden jolt of excitement that momentarily overpowers my need

so long since I had the chance to prepare a feast for the

saute, and

sounds fantastic. What’s the

things,” he replies, but there’s a pause that tells

“I’d like you to attend as

me by

you don’t need to worry

me.”

gravity to his words, as though he’s trying to bridge a chasm between us with this

play the perfect Alpha’s wife. Those days have come and

and we’re not

of your old dresses are still in the wardrobe, or I can take you out

interrupt, shaking my head. “That won’t be necessary. I

face falls for a split second. He looks disappointed, thoroughly sol. But I won’t back down

him to throw a tantrum, or at the very least to make a complaint. And yet, somehow, he

without a hint of

hear the hint of disappointment still threaded through his voice. “But

cook, Abby. I

I interrupt again, my voice firm. “I want to cook. Just get me