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.

I should move. Gathering my things, I make my way to a seat on the opposite

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

booze—assaults my senses.

I’m just trying

firm, hoping to

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 lots

show you

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

than a

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

His eyes narrow, and he lays a hand

know what you’re

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

interested.”

charm vanishing, replaced by

me

back off,”

think you’re too good for

manners.”

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

around. No one is

not wanting to get involved. I feel

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

follow me, I could at

before it takes

I

you think you’re doing?”

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

doors slide open, and I make my exit, not looking back, even when

unintelligible after me.

breath catches as I wait for the moment of departure, half-expecting

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

alone in a sea of

and curse under my breath. The platform is

encounters. A quick look at

what I already suspected: that was the

myself, frustration mingling with the

veins.

underground station isn’t an option, I make my way

than usual,

is devoid of life, the night

silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that watch but

my phone, thumbing open the Uber app.