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.

to Chloe,” she’d told me, her

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

face, the weight of the past

out loud. “If I ever have a chance with Abby again, am I going

tiptoeing around her

husband,” my wolf remarks, a touch of reproach in

her. What do you

I know I screwed up. And I’m working d mn hard to be a better man—to

deserves,” I snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But

even willing to give me a chance to prove I’ve

his voice softening. “She might not fully realize it yet,

she wouldn’t allow you back

has.”

letting the words sink in, a tiny glimmer of

my wolf is right. Maybe Abby does see the changes in me. And maybe,

rebuild

buzzes on the coffee table, ripping

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

you need to come home next weekend,” she says

meeting. Can you come?”

since I

off

say, gritting my

my double life—the life I left behind and

juggling act, and sometimes I drop

on cue, my phone buzzes again, pulling me back to the present. This time, it’s

green button, a sense of dread mingling

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my voice

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

lost. And—”

location. I’m coming to get you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding. In a second,

replaced by a primal

coat and head for the door, locking my

in record time, my phone guiding me to

mulling over what the hell is going

like a couple of lovestruck

tells her to keep

middle of the night when she needs me the

their narrative, or just

is cut short as my phone indicates that

sight of her standing