Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 155

Chapter 0155

I found myself sitting at my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front of me. “Gianna, Gerald,

come in,” I called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries and see how it all unfolded.

They walked in, and it was then that I saw it: they really did look like father and daughter. I was

surprised that I had never noticed it before, but now it was clear as day. They had the same eyes, the

same nose, the same l*ps.

“Thank you for coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my desk. “Take a seat.”

With looks of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point, I had kept

up an air of benevolence; and yet, all the while, I had been doing my own detective work. I gestured to

the leather bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast my eyes on Gianna.

“You’ll want to read what is inside,” I said.

Gianna hesitated, then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed to stop momentarily

as she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a small ‘o’ of disbelief.

“What is this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising to meet mine.

I sneered at her. “You see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,” I said, standing. “So, I decided

to do my own digging. You really shouldn’t be sending such incriminating emails over your work email,

Gianna. Did you think I would never exercise my right to look?”

Her face went ashen, the blood draining away like water down a sink.

The emails were dam ning—countless emails from Abby, begging my secretary to fit her into my

schedule. My own wife, being forced to make an appointment to see me?

But that wasn’t the most dam ning email by far. No, it got much worse than that.

Among the emails was a proposition to our gardener, back when Abby and I were still together. A

proposition to take a pair of Abby’s underwear, violate them, and leave them in the garden for everyone

to find, all in return for a sum of money, with the most recent email from the gardener:

“Gianna, I did it. I expect the payment in my account by tonight, as promised.”

And then, from Gianna, dated just five minutes later: “Of course. I just sent the payment. Thanks for

your help. When I become Luna, I’ll send you a little extra for your trouble.”

“This isn’t true,” Gianna stammered, but her eyes betrayed her.

“Oh, but it is,” I cut in. “And let’s not forget the other night. Those incriminating emails just miraculously

appeared on my computer screen, right when Abby ‘found’ them. A distraction, perhaps, while you

attempted to k*ss me and make Abby out to be the villain. Well done.”

I shifted my gaze to Gerald, then back to Gianna. “So, how long exactly did you plan to usurp Abby? To

become the next Luna?”

That was when Gerald suddenly stood and stepped forward, placing himself protectively in front of his

daughter. “It was my idea, Karl. All of it. I’ve always felt Abby came from dirt. My daughter deserves to

be Luna.”

My nostrils flared, my fists clenched. “You, of all people, Gerald? You dare to judge Abby? To plot

against her?”

Gerald’s eyes were ablaze. “You’re a fool, Karl. Ruining the family name. If your adoptive brother

wasn’t in a coma, you’d never even be Alpha.”

I rose from my seat, towering over them. “Enough. Both of you, leave. You’re fired and banished from

the pack.”

Gianna’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. “Karl, please. I’ve always loved you.”

But Gerald took her by the arm, leading her out. His eyes met mine one last time before he

disappeared, and although he spoke no words, his gaze said it all.

“Watch your back, Karl.”

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