Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel 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.”

Emily and her friends exchange glances, their eyes twinkling with a fakeness that makes my skin crawl. “Of course,” Emily says.

“Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“Two red wines, a cosmopolitan, and a gin and tonic,” Emily says, her tone dripping with fake sweetness.

“Coming right up,” I reply, making a note on my pad.

As I move away, my ears catch snippets of their conversation, laced with contempt. “Wow. Last time I figured it was just a fluke, but she’s waiting tables again?”

“To think an ex-Luna doesn’t even get to run her own restaurant, but has to wait tables instead…”

There’s a giggle. “Maybe she can’t handle running the place. Probably gave it over to one of the men. She was always like that, you know. Letting Alpha Karl run everything, always giving him goo-goo eyes.”

As I listen to their words, my hands start to tremble. I head into the back room to catch my breath, my eyes stinging, the weight of their comments crashing down on me. Who do they think they are, coming into my restaurant and speaking about me like that?

“Abby, you alright?”

I look up to see Karl standing there, his expression etched with concern.

“I’m fine,” I lie, unable to hide the shake in my voice.