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.

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

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

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying to

say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further discussion.

someone else to bother.”

You haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you

you a night you’ll never

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

a glaring

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

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

know what you’re

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

interested.”

of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething anger.

good for me or

back off,” I

too good for an Alpha like me. I should teach you

manners.”

him, the man leans closer to me, attempting to press his

and look around. No one is even trying to help

wanting to get involved. I feel trapped

up on a stop, which

here. And if he tries to follow me, I could at least

just before

up, I stand abruptly, shoving the man

do you think

my belongings as

and I make my exit, not looking back, even

unintelligible after me.

as I wait for the moment

vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it the immediate

me alone in a sea of

curse

place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at

I already suspected:

myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

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

stairs seem steeper than usual,

I step into is devoid of life, the night sky a blanket of

their windows darkened eyes that

hand, I pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber