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.

move. Gathering my things, I make my way to a seat on the

me, closer this time. His scent—a coc ktail of aftershave

booze—assaults my senses.

just trying to make friendly

say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further

someone else to bother.”

even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And I’ve got lots

could show you a night

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

a glaring

I’ll pass,” I

His eyes narrow, and he lays a

what you’re

I shove his hand away, my patience shattering.

interested.”

contorts, the veneer of faux charm

for me or something, little

back off,” I

man smirks. “So you do think you’re too good for

manners.”

leans closer to me, attempting to press his

I push him away and look around. No one is

get involved. I feel trapped and

coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to my stop,

to follow me, I could at least try

just before

up, I

you think

gathering my belongings as the train screeches to a

make my exit, not looking

unintelligible after me.

I wait for the moment

But he doesn’t. The train vanishes into

in a

around the dimly lit station and curse under my breath. The platform is deserted, its

an ideal place for unsavory encounters. A quick look at the time on

I already suspected: that was the last

Abby,” I mutter to myself,

veins.

station isn’t an option, I make my way up to the street

usual, as if

I step into is

sentinels, their windows darkened eyes

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