Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0132

Truthfully, I can’t be angry with Gerald. He’s worked with Karl’s adoptive family for decades, literally

watched Karl grow up once he was taken in here. He’s steadfastly loyal, and clearly angry with me. But

his anger is founded on mistruths.

The sooner that Karl makes his official announcement, the better. If I’m going to become friends with

him and make trips to visit, then I need to confront him.

And if he doesn’t come clean, then it’s high time that I set the record straight. The whispers, the

suspicious glances, the underlying tension—they have to stop. And they will, even if I have to be the

one to stop them.

I look back at the glass of iced tea, its contents shimmering in the afternoon light. I take a sip, letting

the cold liquid quench my thirst, but not my need for rectification. As I set the glass down, I make up my

mind.

When Karl gets home, we’re going to have to talk. And this time, there’ll be no room for waiting. He

needs to make this announcement today, or I’m leaving. And I won’t be coming back.

…

The moment Karl walks through the door, I can almost feel the air shift. I’ve been preparing for this all

afternoon, practicing in my head what I’ll say to him.

But just as I’m opening my mouth to talk to him, he interrupts.

“Sorry for the short notice, Abby, but I’m hosting an Alpha dinner tonight at our place,” he announces,

hanging his jacket on the hook beside the door.

An Alpha dinner. I feel a sudden jolt of excitement that momentarily overpowers my need to confront

Karl; it’s been so long since I had the chance to prepare a feast for the Alphas. My fingers already itch

to chop, saute, and garnish.

“Oh, that sounds fantastic. What’s the occasion?”

“Mainly council matters, and a few other things,” he replies, but there’s a pause that tells me he’s not

giving me the full story. “I’d like you to attend as my date.”

His words take me by surprise. “Your date?”

He nods, his eyes searching my face. “Yes, you don’t need to worry about the food. Just be there with NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

me.”

There’s a gravity to his words, as though he’s trying to bridge a chasm between us with this single

dinner. But I’m not ready to play the perfect Alpha’s wife. Those days have come and gone. That’s not

me anymore, and we’re not together.

“So, all of your old dresses are still in the wardrobe, or I can take you out shopping if you—”

“Sorry,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “That won’t be necessary. I won’t be your date, Karl.”

His face falls for a split second. He looks disappointed, thoroughly sol. But I won’t back down on this. I

expect him to throw a tantrum, or at the very least to make a complaint. And yet, somehow, he regains

his composure without a hint of anger.

“Alright,” he says, though I can hear the hint of disappointment still threaded through his voice. “But you

don’t have to cook, Abby. I can have the staff prepare—”

“No,” I interrupt again, my voice firm. “I want to cook. Just get me the ingredients, and I’ll handle it.”

He hesitates, his gaze locked onto mine, as if weighing whether to argue or give in. Finally, he sighs.

“Okay. What do you need?”

I rattle off a list of ingredients for dishes I’ve already begun to visualize in my head: seared salmon,

roasted vegetables, a decadent chocolate torte for dessert. He nods, committing it all to memory, but

there’s a lingering pause, a space filled with all the things we’re not saying to each other.

“Alright, I’ll get everything you need,” he says at last, breaking the silence.

“Thank you.”

He returns the smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Is there anything else?”

There’s so much more I want to say, one particular question that bristles at the tip of my tongue. Why

hasn’t he made that announcement yet?

But the timing isn’t right. A confrontation now, with the Alpha dinner just hours away, would only throw

us into chaos. So I push down my questions, my doubts, my insecurities, and shake my head.

“No,” I say, “that’s it for now.”

He nods, though I can see he’s not entirely convinced. “Alright then. I’ll go get the ingredients.”