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.

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

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

booze—assaults my senses.

you move, sweetheart? I’m just trying to make

I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down

someone else to bother.”

me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And I’ve got

I could show you a night you’ll never

seems to ooze

than a glaring

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

sure about that, sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a hand on my thigh, as

know what

I shove his hand away, my patience

interested.”

face contorts, the veneer of faux charm

for me or

off,” I

do think you’re too good

manners.”

to me, attempting to press his lips against my neck. With

is even

or not wanting to get involved. I feel trapped

on a stop, which isn’t

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

before

I stand abruptly, shoving the man

do you think you’re doing?”

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

my exit, not looking back, even when he

unintelligible after me.

moment of departure, half-expecting him

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

me alone in a

lit station and curse under my breath. The platform is deserted,

ideal place for unsavory encounters.

suspected: that

Abby,” I mutter to myself, frustration

veins.

option, I make my way up to

than usual, as if begrudging

I step into is

sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that watch but

out my phone, thumbing open the Uber app.