#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.

I make my way to a seat on the

follows, plopping down beside me, closer this time. His scent—a coc ktail

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just

not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further

someone else to bother.”

me yet. I’m an Alpha,

could show you a

to

a

but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate for

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

what

shove his hand away,

interested.”

of faux charm vanishing,

for me or something, little

off,” I

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

manners.”

me, attempting to press his lips against my neck.

push him away and look around. No one is even trying

not wanting to get involved.

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

follow me, I could at least try to fake him out and jump

just before

stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving

you think

I say, gathering my belongings as

my exit, not looking

unintelligible after me.

for the moment of departure, half-expecting him

vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it

in a sea

lit station and curse under

unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time on my

what I already suspected:

mutter to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

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

seem steeper than usual, as if begrudging

into is devoid of life,

sentinels, their windows darkened

pull out my phone, thumbing open

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