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 when I tried to

can’t be nice to my friends, then

face, the weight of

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

tiptoeing around her friends who

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

What do you

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

snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no one

willing to give me a chance

his voice softening. “She might not fully

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

has.”

lean back into the chair, letting the words sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope in a sea of doubt and

wolf is right. Maybe Abby does see the changes in

to rebuild

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

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

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

meeting. Can you come?”

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

off

say, gritting my teeth.

life—the life I left behind

constant juggling act, and

pulling me back to the present.

sense of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late. Why would she

calling?

answer, trying to keep my

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

lost. And—”

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

by a primal urge to

for the door, locking

in record time, my phone

mulling over what the hell is going

flour at each other like a

tells her

her up in the middle of the

their narrative, or just a casualty of

as my phone indicates that I’m

lit streets, eventually catching sight of her