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.

make my way to a seat on the opposite

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

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just trying to

voice firm, hoping to shut

someone else to bother.”

to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And I’ve

you a night

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

than a

offer, but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate

that, sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a

know what you’re

stomach lurches at his touch. I shove his hand away, my patience

interested.”

the veneer of faux charm

me or

back off,” I

“So you do think you’re too good for an Alpha like me. I

manners.”

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

one is even trying to help me, either

to get involved. I feel trapped

my options. The train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to

could at

just before

up, I stand abruptly, shoving the

think you’re doing?” he

of here,” I say, gathering my belongings as the train screeches

open, and I make my exit, not looking back, even when he yells

unintelligible after me.

for the moment

he doesn’t. The train vanishes into the

alone in a sea of

the dimly lit station and curse under my breath.

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

I already suspected: that

myself, frustration mingling with the residual adrenaline

veins.

an option, I make my way

usual, as

step into is devoid of life, the

windows darkened

a shaky hand, I pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen takes