Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby

The mention of a ‘special guest’ from Karl catches me off guard, and | can’t help but shoot him a perplexed look. “A special guest?” | echo, a hint of disbelief lacing my voice. “Who is it?”

Karl chuckles softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Abby, it’s you. You're the special guest.”

My brow furrows all on its own, and | decide that this conversation should take place in private. | grab Karl’s arm gently and guide him into a separate room, away from the prying ears of the staff.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Once we're alone, | press him for answers in a hushed tone of voice. “Karl, what are you talking about? A special guest? Why would | be a special guest?”

Karl leans against a nearby table, his expression softening. “I just wanted to throw the Christmas party a bit early this year, this weekend to be exact,” he begins, his gaze locked onto mine. “I thought... | thought it would give you a chance to attend before you potentially have to return to the city.”

His words take a moment to sink in, and I’m momentarily taken aback by the thoughtfulness of his gesture. A part of me is touched, but another part immediately resists the idea.

“That’s sweet of you, Karl, but you know | can’t just show up at a party here,” | say, feeling a bit bad as | see the disappointment of my rejection momentarily crossing his features. “People will talk, and they already think | might be the Luna again, so it's... tricky.”

Karl nods in understanding, although his eyes show a flicker of sadness.

“| thought you might say that,” he says quietly. “Look, it’s your choice, Abby. If you'd rather stay in your room and not be seen, | understand completely. But the party will be happening this weekend and the option is there if you want to take me up on it.”

I sigh, conflicted by the situation. | think about how much fun our old holiday parties used to be, the memories of laughter, warmth, and togetherness flooding back.

In a sudden flashback, I’m transported to a different time, a different version of us... It was our first Christmas together as a married couple in this very house.

The air was filled with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, and the sound of music wafted upstairs. We had gone all out with the decorations, catering, and music, determined to make it a night to remember.

Before the party, | stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom, admiring myself in the emerald green dress | had picked out for the occasion. It clung to my figure in all the right places, and the shimmering gold eyeshadow | had picked out seemed to bring out the sparkle in my eyes.

| couldn't help but feel pretty. It was during the days before Karl started getting picky about modesty, and the dress was sexy in an elegant and classy sort of way.

Karl walked into the room, looking handsome as ever in his tailored suit, and his eyes lit up as he saw me. “Wow, Abby,” he breathed, stopping in the doorway. “You look... stunning.”

| blushed at the compliment and turned to face him. “You're not too bad yourself.”

“Which one?” he asked then, holding up two ties. One was gold to match my eyeshadow, and the other was green to match my dress.

“The green one,” | said, making my way over to him to help him he\ tie on. Ou breaties mingled in the air evra as | fastened his tie, and he leaned over me, a soft growl escaping his lips. Please read the original content at .

| smirked as | looked up at him. “Save it for later, Alpha Karl,” | teased. “After the party.”

He chuckled and took my hand, pulling me closer. “Well, then lets,get down the c-anghaatit@let with,” he ae his breath, although | could see the flicker of mischief in his eyes. Please read the original content at .

| looped my arm through his, and together we made our way out of the bedroom and down the hall ¥> tire sounds 0 laughter aka ’onversation dridte p trom the staircase, signaling that the party was already in full swing. | couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as we descended the staircase together, arm-in-arm. Please read the original content at .