Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 58: Getaway Driver
I’m pacing my living room, a glass of whiskey in hand, lost in my thoughts. The night has been a

coc ktail of emotions—high spirits at the party, laughter with Abby… And then, of course, there was the

palpable tension with Chloe.

I thought I had managed to keep my feelings under wraps, maintain the casual facade. But Chloe had

to go and ruin it, filling the air with words like poison darts.

“Stay away from him,” she had whispered to Abby, not knowing that I was within earshot.

Who the hell does she think she is?

I throw myself onto the leather chair, my fingers gripping the armrests, the echo of Chloe’s words still

fresh in my mind. “Stay away from him,” she had said, as though her voice could erect a wall between

Abby and me—a wall I’m not certain even I could scale at this point.

“What is her problem?” I growl to myself, my thoughts a whirlwind of frustration.

“She clearly dislikes you,” my wolf interjects, his voice a rumbling presence in the depths of my

consciousness.

“You think I can’t see that? And it’s not the first time, either,” I retort, my mind slipping back in time, to

another party, another confrontation.

It had been a similar occasion. Friends, laughter, a lively atmosphere.

Abby had been radiant, the center of my universe. But then Chloe had started arguing with me. About

what, I can barely remember.

What I do recall is the anger, my territorial instincts flaring up, the undeniable urge to assert my

dominance. I had ended up kicking her out of the party.

The aftermath was equally vivid. Abby had been furious, her eyes ablaze with a fire I had rarely seen.

“You’re trying to ruin my friendships, Karl,” she had yelled, her voice strained with emotion. She had left

with Chloe, her best friend, her confidant. Abby hadn’t come home for two days. When she finally did,

the atmosphere between us had been colder than a winter night.

were a jerk to Chloe,” she’d told me, her voice heavy with disappointment when I tried to kiss

friends,

my face, the weight of the

going to be?” I ask out loud. “If I ever have a chance with Abby

tiptoeing around her friends who

weren’t the best husband,” my wolf remarks, a touch of reproach in his tone. “You left Abby.

What

okay? I know I screwed up. And I’m working d mn

tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no

willing to give me a

my wolf whispers, his voice softening. “She might not

she wouldn’t allow you back into her life, even in the small ways that

has.”

sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope in

does see the changes in me. And maybe, just maybe, that will

to rebuild what I’ve

on the coffee table, ripping

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

next weekend,” she

meeting. Can you come?”

pack. The responsibilities I’ve been skirting ever since I moved to the city. I

off any

say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll be

of my double life—the life I left behind and the one I’m struggling

act, and sometimes I drop

pulling me back

of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late. Why

calling?

answer, trying to keep my voice

stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get

lost. And—”

you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding.

by a

the door, locking my

I’m in my car in record time,

drive, I find myself mulling over what the hell

we’re throwing flour at each other like

tells her to keep her distance. And now here

middle of the

their narrative, or just a casualty

my phone indicates

lit streets, eventually catching sight of her standing