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

closer this time. His scent—a coc

booze—assaults my senses.

you move, sweetheart? I’m just trying to

say, voice firm, hoping to shut down

someone else to bother.”

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

you a night you’ll

word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze

than a glaring

the offer, but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate for this

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

what

touch. I shove his

interested.”

veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething

for me or something,

off,”

think you’re too good for an Alpha like me.

manners.”

man leans closer to me, attempting to press his lips

and look around. No one is even trying

or not wanting to get involved. I

train is coming up on a stop, which

me, I could at least try to fake him out and jump back on

before it

stop comes up, I

think

my belongings as the train screeches to a halt at

my exit, not looking back, even when

unintelligible after me.

I wait for the moment of departure,

vanishes into

alone in

station and curse under my breath. The

for unsavory encounters. A

what I already suspected:

Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling

veins.

option, I make

steeper than usual, as if begrudging my

into is devoid of life,

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

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