Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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Chapter 0139

Abby

I stand by the long table, the air thick with the scent of gourmet h ors d’oeuvres and sparkling wine.

Idly,

I pick up a tiny pastry, turning it this way and that before setting it back on the plate.

As if to steel my nerves and try not to think about what Karl is saying to Gianna in the other room, I’m

arranging the treats into some semblance of symmetry when a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in

years suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Abby, darling! It’s so good to see you again!”

I turn to find Rebecca, the wife of one of the Betas, her face glowing with genuine delight. I flash a

smile, the corners of my lips straining just a bit.

“Sarah, it’s been too long! How have you been?”

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She glides over, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. “Oh, you know, busy with pack life,

community events, all that jazz. But never mind me; look at you! You’re stunning as ever!”

I chuckle, trying to deflect the attention. “Thank you. You look absolutely fabulous tonight.”

We share a few pleasantries, talking about fashion and the unusually mild weather we’ve been

experiencing. But the conversation takes a turn when Sarah skillfully steers it into more personal

waters.

“So, Abby,” she says, her eyes twi nkling, “I couldn’t help but notice how cozy you and Karl have been

tonight. Is there a chance for reconciliation? The pack could really use a union like that, you know.”

My cheeks flush. “Sarah, I’m flattered, but no. We’re friends, and I prefer it that way. So yes, I suppose

we’ve reconciled in that regard, but not in a romantic sense.”

Sarah looks a bit disappointed, but understanding at the same time. “Ah, I see. Well, either way, I’m

glad he made that announcement tonight. I’ll admit, I was a bit worried when I saw you—thinking that

our Alpha was getting back with a cheater and all that—but to find out that it was all just a mistake…”

Caught off guard, I hesitate before answering. “Yes, it was a mistake. I hope that the word gets out.”

Sarah’s eyes light up. “Oh, of course,” she says, smirking. “You know me; I’ll make sure all of my

girlfriends hear about it. I’m sure a lot of people will be relieved. You two were always the golden

couple, after all. Lots of hearts were broken when the marriage ended.”

I shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond. Yes, I’m sure a lot of hearts were broken. Especially

mine.

“Well,” she beams before I have to come up with an answer, “I should mingle. But really, it was nice

seeing you. And the food was delightful.”

“Thank you,” I say, relieved. “You should come visit my restaurant sometime.”

“I might have to do just that.”

With that, she gives me a quick hug, her perfume wafting around me like a cloud, and then moves on to

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mingle with other guests, leaving me to my plate of h ors d’oeuvres.

Despite the surface-level cheeriness of our conversation, I feel drained now. I didn’t expect to field

questions about Karl and me so openly, so soon.

My fingers lightly touch the edge of the table, steadying myself. Each word from our conversation

echoes in my head, their implications adding weight to the heavy thoughts already occupying my mind.

Sarah meant well—I know she did. She’s always been one of the more empathetic wives in the pack.

But even well-intended conversations can pull you underwater when you’re already struggling to stay

afloat.

I glance around the room, the elegant crowd still buzzing with energy, but I find myself disconnected

from it all.

That’s when I realize I need a break, a moment to breathe away from prying eyes and loaded

questions. With one last glance at my strategically arranged h or s d’oeuvres, I make my decision.

Steeling myself, I slip away from the table and make my way toward the exit, my heels clicking a hasty

retreat. I navigate through the maze-like hallways, feeling the atmosphere change as I distance myself

from the crowd, as I distance myself from the version of me they all want to see.

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