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.

make my way to a seat on the

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

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying to make

firm, hoping to shut down any

someone else to bother.”

me yet. I’m an Alpha,

you a night

skin crawls at his insinuation. The word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as if it were

a glaring red

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

lays a hand on my thigh, as if he owns

know what you’re

at his touch. I shove his hand away, my patience shattering. “I

interested.”

face contorts, the veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething anger. “You

good for me or something, little

back off,”

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

manners.”

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

and look around. No one is even

get

is coming up on a stop, which isn’t

tries to follow me, I could at least try

just before

up, I stand abruptly,

think you’re doing?” he

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

exit, not looking back,

unintelligible after me.

for the moment of departure,

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

me alone in a sea

dimly lit station and curse under my breath. The platform

an ideal place for unsavory encounters.

suspected: that was the last

myself, frustration mingling

veins.

station isn’t an option, I make my way up to

than usual, as if

world I step into is devoid of life,

their windows darkened

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