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.

told me, her voice heavy with disappointment when I

to my friends,

down my face, the weight of the past settling on my

loud. “If I ever have a chance

tiptoeing around her friends who

touch of reproach in his tone. “You left

What

And I’m working d

snap, my voice tinged with bitterness.

me a chance to prove I’ve

voice softening. “She might not fully

back into

has.”

sink in, a tiny

does see the changes in me. And maybe, just maybe,

to rebuild what I’ve

buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

she says without preamble. “Your

meeting. Can you come?”

ever since I

off any

say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll

my double life—the life I left

juggling act, and sometimes I drop

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

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

calling?

to keep

me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I

lost. And—”

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

replaced by a primal urge

for the door, locking

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

what the hell is going on between Abby

moment we’re throwing flour at each other like a couple

out of her life because her best friend tells her to keep her distance. And now

the night when she needs me

the villain in their narrative, or just a casualty of

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

lit streets, eventually catching sight of her