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.

me, her voice heavy with disappointment when I tried to kiss

to my friends, then don’t expect any affection from

my face, the weight of the past settling

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

her friends who

best husband,” my wolf remarks, a touch of reproach in his tone. “You

What

d mn hard to be a better man—to

bitterness. “But it’s like no one can see

give me a chance

whispers, his voice softening. “She might not fully

back into her life,

has.”

a tiny glimmer of hope in a sea of doubt

the changes in

to rebuild

table, ripping me from my

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council has

meeting. Can you come?”

pack. The responsibilities I’ve been skirting ever since

it off any

say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll be

hang up, feeling the weight of my double life—the life I left behind and the one I’m struggling to

and sometimes I drop

pulling me back to the present. This

button, a sense of dread

calling?

trying to keep

me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get off the subway. I’m a

lost. And—”

I’m coming to get you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding.

a primal urge

grab my coat and head for the door, locking my apartment with an

time, my phone guiding me to

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

like

best friend tells her to keep

her up in the middle of the

their narrative, or just a casualty

short as my phone indicates that

streets, eventually catching sight of her standing under