Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 386

Abby

After watching Karl leave, I feel like I’m still in a state of shock.

Karl was never the type to volunteer back when we were married. I can actually remember one specific instance when I volunteered for an event and asked Karl to come along.

His response was anything but enthusiastic. He flat out refused, claiming that volunteering was “below his pay grade” as an Alpha. He argued that he had more important things to do, like attending meetings and dealing with important paperwork.

But now, it seems as if Karl’s stance on volunteering has done a complete 180. It’s a little fishy if you ask me. I can’t help but wonder if he has some ulterior motives for this sudden change or if he’s genuinely evolving as a person.

As I'm lost in thought wandering downstairs to the kitchen, I suddenly run into Marcus. He’s carrying a box and seems to be on his way out of the house.

“Hey, Abby,” he says as he passes. “Need anything?”

I greet him with a slight smile. “No,” I reply, “But… what’s going on with Karl? Why is he volunteering all of a sudden?”

Marcus raises an eyebrow, as if he’s surprised by my question. “You haven’t heard?” he asks.

I shake my head, genuinely clueless. “No, I haven’t. What’s the deal?”

Marcus lets out a sigh, as if he’s about to reveal some big secret—and maybe even confirm my suspicions. “It’s all about the election,” he says. “Karl’s approval ratings took a dip, and he’s doing this volunteering thing to boost them up before the election is announced.”

I can;t help but feel a pang of disappointment. “That’s it?” I ask incredulously. “He’s doing it for his own gain?”

Marcus nods, his expression solemn. “Yeah, it’s a political move,” he admits. “He wants to show the pack that he’s involved in the community and cares about their needs.”

I can’t hide my annoyance. I guess I knew all along, but it still stings a bit. “But volunteering should be about genuinely wanting to help others, not just for the sake of your own image,” I say. “It feels so... insincere.”

Marcus shrugs, as if he’s resigned to the situation. “The world of politics is a beast unto itself, Abby. Sometimes you have to play by the rules, even if you don’t like them.”

As Marcus walks away, leaving me to think about the situation, I can’t deny the disappointment I feel.

But, there’s nothing I can do about it now. Karl has made up his mind, and he’s got an election to win. I won’t get in the way of that. And so, with a soft sigh, I make my way to the kitchen where Elsie is already standing by the counter. She’s got the standing mixer running with a huge lump of dough inside—this week’s bread.

“Morning,” I say as I approach. “Let me help.”

As I help Elsie with the bread, though, my mind is still racing from the conversation I had with Marcus. I’m kneading the dough with my hands, but my movements are absent-minded, and I must have a faraway look on my face because Elsie finally breaks the silence.

“You look like you’re miles away from here,” Elsie observes, her eyes focused on her own task of peeling potatoes. “Is something bothering you?”