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.

jerk to Chloe,” she’d told me, her

to my friends, then don’t expect any

down my face, the weight

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

life tiptoeing around her

wolf remarks, a touch of reproach

her. What

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

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

to give me a chance

“She might not fully realize it

allow you back into her life, even in

has.”

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

is right. Maybe Abby does see the changes in me. And maybe, just maybe, that will

rebuild

the coffee table, ripping me from my internal

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

you need to come home next weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council

meeting. Can you come?”

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

it off

gritting my teeth. “I’ll

my double life—the life I left behind

juggling act, and

again, pulling me back

a sense of dread mingling with anticipation.

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my voice

It’s me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to

lost. And—”

your location. I’m coming to get you,” I

evaporate, replaced by a primal urge to

grab my coat and head for the door, locking my

in my car in record time, my phone guiding me

what the hell is

throwing flour at each other like a couple of lovestruck teens,

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

middle of the night when she

narrative, or just a casualty of their

thought is cut short as my phone indicates that

lit streets, eventually catching sight of her standing under