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.

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

plopping down beside me, closer

booze—assaults my senses.

sweetheart? I’m just trying to

voice firm, hoping

someone else to bother.”

haven’t even gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see. And

show you a night

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

a glaring

pass,” I reply politely, desperate

sweetie?” His eyes narrow, and he lays a

what

touch. I shove his

interested.”

charm vanishing,

for me or something, little

back off,”

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

manners.”

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

and look around. No one is even trying to help me,

not wanting to get involved. I

a stop, which isn’t even close

follow me, I could at least try to fake him out and jump back

before it

up, I stand

do you think you’re doing?” he

as the train screeches

my exit, not looking back, even

unintelligible after me.

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

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

alone in a sea of

glance around the dimly lit station and curse under my breath. The

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

I already suspected:

myself, frustration mingling with the residual

veins.

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

than usual, as

I finally emerge, the world I step into is

their windows darkened eyes

a shaky hand, I pull out my phone, thumbing open the Uber app. The screen