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

follows, plopping down beside me, closer this

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying

I’m not interested,” I say, voice firm,

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

you

‘Alpha’ seems to

a

pass,” I reply politely, desperate for

lays a hand on my thigh,

know what you’re

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

interested.”

charm vanishing,

too good for me

off,” I

good for an Alpha like

manners.”

to me, attempting to press his

and look around. No one is even trying to help

or not wanting to get

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

I could at least try to fake him out and jump

before

the stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving

do you think you’re doing?”

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

and I make my exit, not looking back, even when

unintelligible after me.

I wait for the moment of departure, half-expecting him

The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it

in

the dimly lit station and curse

unsavory encounters. A quick look at the

I already suspected: that was the last

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

veins.

option, I make my way up to the

seem steeper than usual, as if begrudging

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

like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that

my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen