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

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

booze—assaults my senses.

I’m just trying to make friendly

voice firm, hoping to shut down any further

someone else to bother.”

come on. You haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And I’ve got

show you a night you’ll never

to ooze from his

than a

I’ll pass,” I reply

narrow, and he lays

know what

touch. I shove his hand away, my patience shattering. “I said I’m

interested.”

veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced

good for me

off,”

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

manners.”

can stop him, the man leans closer to me, attempting to

is even

to get involved. I feel

is coming up on a stop,

to follow me, I could

just before it takes

the stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving the man

do you think you’re

of here,” I say, gathering my belongings as the train screeches to a halt at

exit, not looking

unintelligible after me.

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

The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it the immediate threat

in

around the dimly lit station and curse under my breath. The

making it an ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at the

what I already suspected:

mutter to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

this underground station isn’t an option, I make

than usual, as if begrudging

is devoid of life, the night

stand like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that

I pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen takes a moment