Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 57: Unwanted Attention
The city’s nocturnal pulse is like a second heartbeat, a comforting undercurrent as I make my way

toward the subway.

Tonight was something else. A blend of euphoria, sprinkled with an indescribable tension—thanks to

Karl’s abrupt departure.

I’m not sure why he left, or really even when he left. All I know is that one moment he was there, and

the next he was gone. And he didn’t come back.

Did someone say something? Did something happen? Was it the picture fiasco?

My mind wanders back to Chloe and the palpable tension between the two of them. I know that Chloe

dislikes him, and for good reason, but I think he’s been trying to change. I just wish that she could see

that.

“Go d, what am I thinking?” I whisper to myself, shaking my head. Standing up for Karl? For the man

who divorced me, who forced me to dress modestly, who convinced me to dye my hair for his own

pleasure? I should be siding with Chloe, not him.

And yet, I still can’t help but feel a slight twinge of regret as I think about the empty space where he

once stood tonight, calmly sipping his drink.

I board the train, reveling in the almost-empty car. After the whirlwind of the night, I really needed some

quiet time like this. For some reason, the quiet subway at night always feels soothing to me, when it

would make most people uncomfortable.

I sit by the window, staring into the dark tunnel as the train lurches forward.

That’s when he sits next to me. A man in a crisp business suit, reeking of arrogance, and, as I soon

realize, alcohol.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he begins, his voice oozing an unsettling mixture of charm and condescension.

Ignoring him, I focus on the passing darkness outside the window. It’s late, and the last thing I want is

an unwanted interaction. Maybe, if I just pretend that he’s not here, he’ll get the hint and move on. It’s

worked before. Usually.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone at this hour?” he continues, undeterred by my lack of

response.

Gathering my things, I make my way

plopping down beside me, closer this time. His

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just trying

voice firm, hoping

someone else to bother.”

on. You haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see.

could show you a

‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as if it

than a glaring red

but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate for this ride to

sure about that, sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a hand on my thigh, as if he

what

his hand away, my

interested.”

veneer of faux charm vanishing,

me or

back off,” I

think you’re too good for an Alpha like me. I should teach

manners.”

leans closer to me, attempting to press

away and look around. No one is even trying to help

to get involved. I

options. The train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t even

staying here. And if he tries to follow me, I could at least try to fake him out and jump

just before it takes

the stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving the man

you think you’re doing?” he

as the train

slide open, and I make my exit, not looking back, even

unintelligible after me.

catches as I wait for the moment of

The train vanishes into the tunnel,

alone in a sea

dimly lit station and curse

an ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time on my

I already suspected: that was

myself, frustration mingling with the residual adrenaline

veins.

in this underground station isn’t an option, I make

stairs seem steeper than usual, as

I step into is

silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that

I pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber