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.

told me, her voice heavy with disappointment

you can’t be nice to my friends, then

face, the weight of the past settling on my

I ever have a chance with Abby again,

her friends who can’t

the best husband,” my wolf remarks, a touch of reproach in his tone.

What do

And I’m working d mn

voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no one can

willing to give me a chance to prove I’ve

“She might not fully realize it yet, but she

she wouldn’t allow you back into her life,

has.”

words sink in, a tiny glimmer

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

rebuild what I’ve

buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me from my internal

Gianna, my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

home next weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council has

meeting. Can you come?”

since I moved to

off

I say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll

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

juggling act, and sometimes

buzzes again, pulling me back to the present. This

dread mingling with anticipation. It’s

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my voice

it’s… It’s me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get off the subway.

lost. And—”

to get you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding.

a primal

the door, locking my

time, my phone guiding me

what the hell is going on between Abby

like a couple of lovestruck teens,

of her life because her best friend tells her to keep her distance. And now here I am,

middle of the night when she needs

really the villain in their narrative, or just

my phone indicates that I’m nearing Abby’s location. My

catching sight of