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.

her voice heavy with disappointment

to my friends, then

dragging my hands down my face, the weight of the past settling on my

out loud. “If I ever

life tiptoeing around her

my wolf remarks, a touch

her. What do

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

deserves,” I snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like

to give me a chance to prove

softening. “She might not fully realize it yet,

in you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t allow you back into her life, even

has.”

in, a tiny glimmer of hope in a

does see the changes in me. And maybe,

rebuild what I’ve

my phone buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me from

Gianna, my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

to come home next weekend,” she says

meeting. Can you come?”

ever since I moved to the city. I realize

it off any

say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll be

life—the life I left behind and the one I’m struggling

act, and

my phone buzzes again, pulling me back to the present. This time,

green button, a sense of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late. Why

calling?

to keep my

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

lost. And—”

location. I’m coming to get you,” I

a

and head for the door, locking my apartment

in my car in record time, my phone

what

moment we’re throwing flour at each other like a couple of lovestruck teens,

friend tells her to keep her distance. And now here I

middle of the night when she needs

villain in their narrative,

thought is cut short as my phone indicates that I’m nearing Abby’s location. My eyes

streets, eventually catching sight of her standing under