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.

Gathering my things, I make my way to a seat

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

booze—assaults my senses.

you move, sweetheart? I’m just trying

I say, voice firm,

someone else to bother.”

know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you

you a

The word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as

than a glaring red

but I’ll pass,” I reply

sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a hand on my thigh,

know what you’re

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

interested.”

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

for me or

off,”

good for an Alpha like me. I should teach

manners.”

man leans closer to me, attempting to

around. No one is even trying to help me, either

not wanting to get involved. I feel trapped and

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

if he tries to follow me, I could

before it

the stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving

think

say, gathering my belongings as the train screeches to a halt

make my exit, not

unintelligible after me.

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

doesn’t. The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it

in a sea

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

unsavory encounters.

suspected: that was

Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

option, I make my way

usual,

finally emerge, the world I step into is devoid of life, the night

sentinels, their windows

out my phone, thumbing open the Uber