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

he follows, plopping down beside me, closer this time.

booze—assaults my senses.

sweetheart? I’m just trying

I say, voice firm,

someone else to bother.”

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

I could show you a night you’ll never

to ooze from his lips as if it were a

than a glaring red

I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate

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

what

shove his

interested.”

veneer of faux charm vanishing,

for me or something, little

off,”

you’re too good for an Alpha

manners.”

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

No one is even trying to help me, either too engrossed

to get involved. I feel trapped

train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t

to follow me, I could

before

stop comes up, I stand abruptly,

you think you’re doing?” he

belongings as the train screeches to

make my exit, not

unintelligible after me.

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

doesn’t. The train vanishes into the tunnel,

me alone in a sea

curse

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

I already suspected: that

great, Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with the residual adrenaline in

veins.

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

seem steeper than usual, as if begrudging

is devoid of life, the night sky a blanket of

Buildings stand like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that watch but offer

phone, thumbing open the Uber app.