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 seat on the opposite side of

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

booze—assaults my senses.

sweetheart? I’m just trying

say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further discussion.

someone else to bother.”

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

you

‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips

a glaring red

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

narrow, and he lays a hand

know what

lurches at his touch. I shove his

interested.”

faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw,

me

off,” I

“So you do think you’re too good for an Alpha like me. I

manners.”

me, attempting to press his lips against my

I push him away and look around. No one is even trying to help me, either too engrossed in

wanting to get involved. I feel trapped and

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

could at least try to fake him

before it takes

stop comes up, I stand

think you’re doing?”

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

I make my exit, not

unintelligible after me.

catches as I wait for the moment of departure, half-expecting him to make a last-minute

me. But he doesn’t. The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it the immediate threat

alone in a sea of

lit station and curse under my breath. The platform is deserted,

for unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time on

what I already suspected: that was the

Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling

veins.

an option,

stairs seem steeper than usual, as if

is devoid of life, the night sky a

sentinels, their windows

phone, thumbing open