Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 272

Abby

An arm loops around my waist, pulling me close as Karl’s scent envelops me. I bury my face in his chest to protect myself against the scrutiny, and as tears stream down my face, I wonder how I’ll ever be able to recover from this.

But then Karl’s voice reverberates through the room, a commanding presence that silences the chaos around us. It’s the voice of an Alpha, and every pair of eyes turns to him in an instant, obedient to his command.

“Everyone, ENOUGH!”

The room falls into an immediate hush once more. The chaos stops, and people freeze in their tracks, their voices falling silent. Everyone turns to look at us, and as I lift my gaze to look up at Karl, I can see what feels like millions of eyes staring at me.

Karl then shifts his attention to me, his strong arms still holding me close. His warm breath brushes my ear as he whispers, “I’m going to fix everything, Abby. Trust me.”

I swallow as I look up at him. The determination in his gaze and the softness in his voice are a reassurance, but I’m not sure if it’s enough.

The damage has already been done; people think I’m a fraud, a criminal, a good-for-nothing phony chef who intentionally poisoned the Alpha party and now intentionally poisoned this masquerade. I’m not sure if there’s anything that Karl could possibly do to fix this mess.

Maybe I should have just stayed at home in the city after all.

Then, Karl turns his attention to the gathered pack members, his voice clear and unwavering as he speaks.

“I have an announcement,” he says, his voice clear and even. “And you all will listen instead of acting like a bunch of sheep, running around and falling victim to mass hysteria.”

A murmur makes its way through the crowd at his words. People seem to be intrigued, and maybe even a little embarrassed by their actions just now.

“The food here is perfectly safe to eat,” he continues. “And what happened at the Alpha party is under investigation. It appears that someone intentionally poisoned the food, and Abby was wrongfully framed.”

As Karl speaks, I feel a surge of gratitude and admiration for his unwavering support, but my relief is short-lived. Murmurs ripple through the crowd, and a feeling of skepticism fills the room.

“Is he just trying to save face?”

“What if he’s involved in this too?”

“They should share more details if they want us to believe them.”

I feel myself cringe at their words—of course they don’t believe him. How could they? It feels as though the entire world thinks that I poisoned the Alpha party, and it’s been two weeks of media hell. The doubt has not only taken route, but it has grown into an enormous oak tree.

But then, Karl’s hand moves over his heart. My eyes widen ever so slightly as I look at him, wondering what he’s doing.

“On my Alpha Honor,” he says, “you can trust me.”

The room falls silent once more, but only for a moment before the doubt continues growing louder and more persistent.

“Alpha Honor? How can we trust him in a situation like this? What ‘honor’ does he have?”

“We need more information.”

“Alpha Karl, who framed Abby and why? You can’t just throw out baseless accusations with no proof!”

The questions come in a barrage, but Karl’s hand remains steadily over his heart as he continues, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. “I cannot reveal more at this moment,” he says, his voice stern as ever. “The investigation is ongoing, and we must trust the authorities. Trust me as your Alpha. The food here is safe, and Abby is no criminal. She was wrongfully framed, and the truth will come out soon.”

There’s another brief silence. But then, a voice from the crowd speaks out, defiant and filled with doubt. “I don’t believe him. This whole situation is fishy.”

Karl doesn’t falter. Instead, he doubles down, his actions taking a surprising turn. Releasing his grip on my waist, he strides over to a discarded plate that’s sitting on a table, where a bread roll lays untouched.

“Karl, what are you doing?” I hiss, following him.

But Karl doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs the bread roll and takes a big bite out of it, his hand still firmly over his heart as he chews and swallows. The room ripples with another wave of nervous murmurs, and I can feel my face turn a bright shade of beet red.

“If I get sick from this,” he finally declares once he’s swallowed, his voice carrying through the room, “then everyone will know. And if I fall ill, I will reveal the truth, no matter what it is. My Alpha honor is at stake.”

A hush falls over the crowd, and the atmosphere becomes charged with the weight of Karl’s words. The solemnity of making a pledge on his Alpha Honor is not taken lightly among the pack members.

My heart races faster than ever. “Karl, you don’t have to do this,” I whisper, reaching out to grab his arm. “You don’t have to.”

But he just gives me a subtle wink, a glint of confidence in his eyes. He then addresses the crowd once more, reaffirming his belief in me.

“Abby is an amazing chef. She would never make people sick, especially not on purpose. None of this was her fault.”

I feel frozen to my spot, utterly shocked by Karl’s unwavering support. I’m not sure whether I should be flattered or worried—maybe both.

The murmurs continue, but this time, they’re filled with uncertainty. Saying something on one’s Alpha Honor is no laughing matter, and everyone present knows the gravity of Karl’s promise.

But then Karl speaks again. It seems as though this isn’t over. “And on that matter,” he says, “I have another announcement tonight.”

My heart skips a beat, and I look at him with wide eyes, wondering what he’s about to reveal.

“Your suspicions were true,” he continues, and the crowd seems to close in, their curiosity piqued. I have a sinking feeling about where this is headed, and it terrifies me.

Karl’s voice carries across the room as he makes a shocking announcement. “Abby and I are back together, and I intend to make her my wife again. In fact, we plan on starting a family soon.”

The room falls into an astonished silence, and my breath catches in my throat. How could he announce something so untrue and unexpected? Not only that we’re back together, but also planning to start a family?

Karl turns to me, his hand seeking mine, and I can feel the eyes of the entire pack on us. He looks at me with a glint in his eyes, one that I can’t quite decipher this time. But then it happens; the situation takes an even worse turn.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close; and before I can stop him, he’s kissing me. The crowd murmurs with excitement, but all I can hear is the beating of my own heart…

And Karl’s voice in my mind.

“I’ll explain everything later.”

I respond through our Mindlink, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and anger. “There’s nothing to explain.”

As he releases me from the kiss, I catch a glimpse of his determined expression. Without a word, I pick up the hem of my gown and flee, pushing through the crowd.

I can’t stay here, not when Karl has just announced something so far from the truth. The room is a blur of excitement and confusion behind me as I make my escape, leaving Karl and his shocking announcement behind.

And as I rush away, my heart pounds in my chest, my hands gripping the hem of my dress more tightly than ever.