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.

my

me, closer this time. His scent—a

booze—assaults my senses.

just

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

someone else to bother.”

even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha,

you a night

seems to ooze from his lips as if it were a

than a glaring

offer, but I’ll pass,” I

sure about that, sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays

know what you’re

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

interested.”

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

for me or something,

off,”

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

manners.”

closer to me, attempting

away and look around. No one is even

not wanting to get

coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to my stop,

And if he tries to follow me, I could at least try to fake him out and jump back on

before

the stop comes up, I

you think

as the train screeches to

slide open, and I make my exit,

unintelligible after me.

for the moment of departure, half-expecting him to make a

The train vanishes into the

alone in a sea of

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

unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time on my

already suspected: that

Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

option, I make my way up to

seem steeper than usual, as if

into is devoid

silent sentinels, their windows darkened

phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen takes a