Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 248

Abby

The mention of a ‘special guest’ from Karl catches me off guard, and I can’t help but shoot him a perplexed look. “A special guest?” I 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 I decide that this conversation should take place in private. I grab Karl’s arm gently and guide him into a separate room, away from the prying ears of the staff.

Once we’re alone, I press him for answers in a hushed tone of voice. “Karl, what are you talking about? A special guest? Why would I 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... I 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 I can’t just show up at a party here,” I say, feeling a bit bad as I see the disappointment of my rejection momentarily crossing his features. “People will talk, and they already think I might be the Luna again, so it’s… tricky.”

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

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

I 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.”

I 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,” I said, making my way over to him to help him put the tie on. Our breaths mingled in the air between us as I fastened his tie, and he leaned over me, a soft growl escaping his lips.

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

He chuckled and took my hand, pulling me closer. “Well, then let’s get down there and get it over with,” he said under his breath, although I could see the flicker of mischief in his eyes.

I looped my arm through his, and together we made our way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted up from the staircase, signaling that the party was already in full swing. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as we descended the staircase together, arm-in-arm.

As we entered the beautifully decorated living room, it felt like stepping into a winter wonderland. The towering Christmas tree glistened with ornaments and lights, and garlands of evergreen adorned the grand staircase. Soft, festive music filled the air, and the room was aglow with the warm light of countless candles.

Our guests, a mix of friends, family, and colleagues, mingled around, sipping on champagne and enjoying the holiday cheer. I spotted Chloe chatting animatedly with Leah over by the bar. They both raised their glasses and waved at us as we entered.

Dinner was just as lavish as the party, with a feast of gourmet dishes served by our attentive staff; I had picked out the menu. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation filled the room as we all enjoyed the delicious meal. Karl and I shared smiles and stolen glances throughout, our love for each other evident to anyone who cared to look.

But it was after dinner, during the festivities, that Karl made a memory I would never forget. He stood up from his seat and cleared his throat, capturing the attention of our guests.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, “if I could have your attention for just a moment.”

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at him, curiosity in their eyes. I felt my heart race in anticipation of what he was about to say.

Karl continued, “Tonight, I want to make a special toast to someone who means the world to me. Someone who has brought so much love and joy into my life. Abby, my beautiful wife, this one’s for you.”

He raised his champagne flute, and all eyes turned to me. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as he spoke. “Abby, you are not only the most stunning woman in this room, but you are also the most loving, caring, and wonderful wife a man could ask for. I am truly the luckiest man alive to have you by my side.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to his heartfelt words. The room erupted in applause and cheers, and I felt a little bashful under their gazes.

Karl approached me, his eyes filled with love and adoration, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he whispered so only I could hear.

I smiled through my tears and whispered back, “I love you too, Karl.”

And then, as if on cue, someone called out, “Mistletoe!” and pointed to a green and red sprig hanging above us. The room filled with playful cheers and laughter as Karl leaned in and kissed me tenderly beneath the mistletoe.

When we pulled away, I was blushing furiously, and the room erupted into even more cheers and applause. I couldn’t remember ever feeling happier or more loved than in that moment.

Karl's voice brings me back to the present. “Hello? Earth to Abby?”

My cheeks flush with warmth as I clear my throat. “Sorry,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Where’d you go just now?”

“I was just thinking,” I reply, my tone slightly embarrassed. “That’s all.”

But no matter how hard I try to hide it, I can’t get that memory completely out of my mind. Despite everything that happened after that, I’ve never forgotten that night. Our first Christmas together as a married couple, and it was as magical as I ever could have hoped for.

I consider his proposal once more, weighing the desire to relive those wonderful times against the fear of stirring up rumors and gossip. Finally, after a moment of contemplation, my eyes widen.

Karl furrows his brow as he looks at me. “What? What is it?” he asks, looking confused. “You remember something?”

I shake my head, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement wash over me as I consider the brilliant idea I’ve just had.

“How about a masquerade?”