Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 337

Abby

I’m in the middle of dressing in a rush to go and meet Mr. Thompson and the health inspector at the restaurant. My hands are trembling as I try to button up my shirt, and I’m cursing under my breath when I hear the shower turn off in the other room.

A few moments later, Karl steps out into the bedroom. His hair is damp, and a white towel is slung around his waist.

“I have to say, your shower is really nice,” he says, drying his hair with another towel. “It’s—”

He stops when he sees how frantically I’m moving around. For a moment, he just stares at me with concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he finally asks.

I can’t speak. The words just won’t come; it’s too painful. After all of my hard work, after all of my blood, sweat, and tears, the Alpha party turned out to be a total failure.

Dozens of guests got sick with food poisoning, and I have no idea how that happened. I swear, my kitchen wasspotlessyesterday. My team and I know how to cook food properly. It makes absolutely no sense.

“Abby?” Karl says tentatively, taking a step closer.

Finally, I turn toward him, my phone in hand, and I can hardly believe what I’m about to show him. I swipe through my social media feed and bring up the posts that have sent my world spinning.

“Just… Look at this,” I manage to say, my voice quivering as I hand him my phone.

Karl takes the phone with a raised eyebrow. But then, his eyes widen as he scrolls through the posts. The headlines are all variations of the same terrifying story—my food has made dozens of high-profile Alphas and Lunas sick at the Alpha gathering.

Hashtags and captions are coining this year’s Alpha gathering as the worst in history, all thanks to me. I’m the culprit. Somehow, I’m the villain who intentionally tried to make everyone sick.

“How is this possible?” Karl mutters, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “Food poisoning? Are you sure that’s what it is?”

I shrug. “Who knows at this point?” I ask incredulously as I button up my pants. “Everyone is sick.”

“Not everyone,” Karl says. “You and I aren’t sick.”

I shake my head, my mind racing to find an explanation. “I really don’t know,” I admit, frustration and fear welling up inside of me. “Maybe we didn’t eat something that other people ate. That’s the only logical explanation.”

Karl hands me back my phone, and I clutch it tightly, as if it's the only lifeline I have left. I take a deep breath, my mind racing through the events of the past day. And then it hits me—a chilling realization that makes my blood run cold.

“Wait,” I say slowly, my voice filled with dread. “Do you remember the day right before the cook-off when my entire staff got food poisoning when we had that party?”

Karl nods, a troubled look on his face. “Of course I remember,” he says.

I continue, my thoughts racing. “Well, what if... what if this is connected somehow? What if someone is sabotaging me, trying to ruin my reputation?”

Karl’s eyes narrow, his jaw clenching in anger. “Sabotage?” he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. “But who would do something like that? You think it’s Daniel?”