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

can’t be nice to my friends, then don’t expect any

my face, the weight of

always going to be?” I ask out loud. “If I ever have a

tiptoeing around her friends who can’t

remarks, a touch of reproach in his tone. “You left Abby.

her. What do you

And I’m working d mn hard to be a better man—to

deserves,” I snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no one can see that.

me a chance to prove I’ve

whispers, his voice softening. “She might not fully

you back into her life, even in the small ways that

has.”

the words sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope in a

my wolf is right. Maybe Abby does see the

rebuild

on the coffee table, ripping me from my internal monologue. The caller

Gianna, my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

she

meeting. Can you come?”

skirting ever since I moved to the city.

off

my teeth. “I’ll

the weight of my double life—the life

constant juggling act, and sometimes I

phone buzzes again, pulling me back to the present. This time, it’s Abby. My

a sense of dread mingling

calling?

answer, trying to keep my

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

lost. And—”

I’m coming to get you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding.

evaporate, replaced by a

the door, locking my apartment with an urgency that mirrors my

I’m in my car in record time, my phone guiding me to

I find myself mulling over what the

other like

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

the middle of the night when she

villain in their narrative, or just a casualty of

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

eventually catching sight of her standing under a