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.

make my way to

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

booze—assaults my senses.

you move, sweetheart? I’m just

interested,” I 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.

I could show you a night you’ll

‘Alpha’ seems to ooze from

than a

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

sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a hand on

what

touch. I shove his

interested.”

the veneer of faux charm

me or something,

off,”

man smirks. “So you do think you’re too good for an Alpha like me. I

manners.”

to me, attempting to press his lips against

and look around. No one is

wanting to get involved. I feel trapped and

options. The train is coming up on a stop, which isn’t even close to my

could at

just before it

up, I stand

you think

of here,” I say, gathering my belongings as

I make my exit, not looking back, even when he

unintelligible after me.

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

me. But he doesn’t. The train vanishes into the

in a sea

the dimly lit station and curse under my breath. The platform is

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

what I already suspected: that

mutter to myself,

veins.

this underground station isn’t an option, I make my way up

seem steeper than usual, as if begrudging my

is devoid of life,

Buildings stand like silent sentinels, their windows darkened eyes that watch but

I pull out my phone, thumbing