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

down beside me, closer this time. His

booze—assaults my senses.

move, sweetheart? I’m just

say, voice firm, hoping to shut

someone else to bother.”

know me yet. I’m

I could show you a night you’ll never

word ‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from his lips as if it were

than a glaring

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

eyes narrow, and he lays a

what you’re

I shove his hand away,

interested.”

of faux charm vanishing, replaced by raw, seething anger. “You

me

off,” I

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

push him away and look around. No one is even trying

to get involved. I

up on a stop, which

I could

before

stop comes up, I stand abruptly, shoving the man

do you think you’re

I say, gathering my belongings as the train

make my exit, not looking back, even when he

unintelligible after me.

catches as I wait for the moment of departure, half-expecting him to

he doesn’t. The train vanishes into the tunnel, taking with it the immediate

me alone in a sea

curse under my breath. The platform is

an ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at

suspected: that was the last

Just great, Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with the

veins.

that staying in this underground station isn’t an option, I make my

usual,

emerge, the world I step into is devoid of life, the night sky a blanket

silent sentinels, their windows darkened

pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber