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 to a

But he follows, plopping down beside me, closer this time.

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying to make

I’m not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping

someone else to bother.”

on. You haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an

you a night you’ll never

his insinuation. The word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as if

a glaring red

the offer, but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate for this

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

know what you’re

shove his hand away, my patience shattering.

interested.”

face contorts, the veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced by

too good for me or

off,” I

you’re too good for an Alpha like

manners.”

the man leans closer to me, attempting to press his lips against my neck. With

No one is even trying to help me, either too engrossed in

to get involved. I feel

my options. The train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to my stop, but it’s

I could at least try

just before it takes

stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving

think

my belongings as the train screeches to a halt at the next

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

unintelligible after me.

moment of departure, half-expecting him to make a last-minute

train vanishes into the tunnel,

in a

dimly lit station and curse under

ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at

already suspected:

to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

staying in this underground station isn’t an option, I make my way up

stairs seem steeper than usual, as if

finally emerge, the world I step into is devoid of life, the night

stand like silent sentinels, their windows

pull out my phone, thumbing