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.

my things, I make my way to a seat on the

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

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying to make friendly

say, voice firm, hoping to

someone else to bother.”

know me yet. I’m an

show you a night you’ll

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

than a

I reply politely, desperate

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

know what

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

interested.”

charm vanishing, replaced by raw,

too good for me or

back off,”

good for an Alpha

manners.”

leans closer to me, attempting to press

I push him away and look around. No one is even trying to help me, either too

or not wanting to get involved. I feel trapped and

on a stop, which isn’t even close

if he tries to follow me, I could at least try to

just before it

I stand

you think you’re doing?”

belongings as the train screeches to a halt

I make my exit, not

unintelligible after me.

as I wait for the moment of

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

me alone in a

station and curse under my breath. The

for unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time

I already suspected: that was

to myself, frustration mingling with

veins.

this underground station isn’t an option,

usual, as if begrudging

finally emerge, the world I step into is devoid

like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that

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