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.

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

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

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just trying

not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down

someone else to bother.”

know me yet.

I could show you a night

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

a glaring

but I’ll pass,” I reply

he lays a hand on my

what you’re

at his touch. I shove his hand

interested.”

faux charm vanishing, replaced by

too good for me or

off,” I

“So you do think you’re too good

manners.”

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

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

or not wanting to get involved. I feel

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

I could at least try to fake him out and jump

before it

stop comes up, I stand

think you’re doing?”

here,” I say, gathering my belongings as

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

unintelligible after me.

wait for the moment of departure, half-expecting

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

in a

lit station and curse under my

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

what I already suspected: that was the last

myself, frustration mingling with the

veins.

in this underground station isn’t an option, I make my way up to the street

than usual, as

finally emerge, the world I step into is

their windows darkened eyes that watch

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