Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 89

Abby

“Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what's going on?”

Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a complete stranger in a home that I once used to rule.

Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your personal computer.”

Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”

Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack, and this just further proves my point.”

My jaw drops open, incredulous. I whirl around to face Gerald, wincing against his iron grip on my arm. “Really, Gerald? A spy? Are you losing your marbles? What pack would I even be spying for, and why?”

He sneers, his eyes turning into two narrow slits of suspicion. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s no secret I've had my eye on you for years. Your behavior has always been...off. Perhaps you even plotted with that gardener—what was his name? The one who has conveniently run away—to create this ‘cheating’ fiasco as a distraction.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It feels like I’ve just stepped into some sort of parallel universe, one where wild accusations are flung around like confetti.

“Gerald, you’re completely delusional,” I fire back, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief. “I’ve never done any such thing. You’re so busy playing detective that you’re seeing conspiracies where there are none!”

Gerald scoffs. “Ha! As if I don’t—”

“Be quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out my indignation and Gerald’s baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict. Meanwhile, Gianna leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her face.

All I can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan of theirs, somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but this feels like a new low, even for her.

Karl’s gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern? It’s hard to tell. Then he turns his attention to Gerald.

“Do not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his stare is just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby, explain yourself.”

I stand there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you could cut it with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m already guilty.

“Listen, Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I was going to turn it off.”

Karl’s eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together a complicated puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his voice neutral.

“I’ll admit that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t trying to steal anything.”

Karl seems to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You can let her go, Gerald. I believe her.”

“Sir?” Gerald asks, sounding incredulous. “Are you—”

“I said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this that I’m reminded of the fact that he’s an Alpha, through and through.

The butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave, Gianna, who's been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps in.