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.

Chloe,” she’d told me, her voice heavy with disappointment when

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

my hands down my face, the weight of the past

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

her

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

her. What do you

d mn hard

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

give me

wolf whispers, his voice softening. “She might not fully realize it yet, but she

you back into her life, even in the small ways

has.”

the words sink in, a

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

to rebuild

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

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council

meeting. Can you come?”

since

it off

I say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll be

hang up, feeling the weight of my double life—the life I left behind and the

a constant juggling act, and sometimes I drop

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

the green button, a sense of dread mingling with

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my

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

lost. And—”

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

a primal

door, locking my apartment

in my car in record time, my

drive, I find myself mulling over what the hell is going on

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

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

her up in the middle of the night when she

their narrative, or just a casualty

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

catching sight