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 make my way to a seat on the opposite

follows, plopping down beside me, closer this time. His scent—a

booze—assaults my senses.

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

not interested,” I say, voice firm, hoping to shut down any further

someone else to bother.”

gotten to know me yet. I’m an Alpha, you see.

you a night you’ll

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

than a glaring red

pass,” I reply politely, desperate

and he lays a hand on my thigh,

what

lurches at his touch. I shove his hand away, my patience shattering. “I said

interested.”

face contorts, the veneer of faux charm vanishing, replaced

good for me or

off,” I

too good for an Alpha like me. I should

manners.”

man leans closer to me, attempting to press his

look around. No one is

or not wanting to get involved.

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

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

just before it

up, I stand abruptly, shoving the

you think you’re

out of here,” I say, gathering my belongings as the train

open, and I make my exit, not looking back,

unintelligible after me.

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

he doesn’t. The train vanishes into

alone in a sea

and curse under my breath. The platform is

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

I already suspected:

I mutter to myself, frustration mingling with the

veins.

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

steeper than usual, as if begrudging my

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

their windows darkened eyes that

I pull out my phone, thumbing open the