#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

closer this time. His scent—a coc ktail of

booze—assaults my senses.

I’m just trying to

interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping

someone else to bother.”

to know me yet. I’m an

could show you a night you’ll never

‘Alpha’ seems to ooze

a glaring red

but I’ll pass,” I reply politely, desperate for this ride to

sure about that, sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays

what

his hand away, my patience

interested.”

the veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething anger.

too good for me or something, little

off,”

good for an Alpha

manners.”

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

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

get

on a stop, which isn’t even

follow me, I could at least try to fake

before it takes

the stop comes up, I stand

do you think you’re doing?”

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

make my exit, not looking back,

unintelligible after me.

as I wait for the moment of departure,

The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with

alone in a

and curse under my breath. The platform is deserted,

unsavory encounters. A quick

I already suspected: that was the

I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with the

veins.

an option, I make my way up to

stairs seem steeper than usual, as if begrudging

is devoid of life,

stand like silent sentinels, their windows darkened

my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen takes

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