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 the

plopping down beside me, closer this

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just

not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down

someone else to bother.”

know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see.

show you a

his insinuation. The word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze

a

pass,” I reply politely, desperate

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

what

shove his hand away, my patience shattering. “I

interested.”

of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething

me or something, little

off,” I

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

manners.”

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

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

wanting to get involved.

train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to my stop, but it’s

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

before it takes

I stand abruptly, shoving

do you think

here,” I say, gathering my belongings as the train screeches to a halt at the

exit, not looking

unintelligible after me.

I wait for the moment of departure,

The train vanishes into

alone in

and curse under my

ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look

what I already suspected: that was the

to myself, frustration mingling with the residual adrenaline

veins.

option, I make

than usual, as if begrudging my

step into is devoid of life, the night sky

like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes

out my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The