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

my friends,

weight of the past settling on my shoulders.

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

her friends who

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

What

d mn hard to be a better man—to

tinged with bitterness. “But it’s

give me a chance

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

Otherwise, she wouldn’t allow you back into her

has.”

the chair, letting the words sink in, a tiny glimmer

Abby does see the changes in me.

rebuild what

then, my phone buzzes on the coffee table, ripping

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

need to come home next weekend,” she says

meeting. Can you come?”

The responsibilities I’ve been skirting ever since I moved to the city. I

it off

say, gritting my teeth.

the weight of my double life—the life I left behind

and sometimes

again, pulling me back

the green button, a sense of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late. Why

calling?

to keep my voice

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

lost. And—”

you,” I interrupt, my heart pounding.

replaced by a

head for the door, locking my apartment with an urgency that

car in record time, my phone

I find myself mulling over what the hell is going on

each other like a couple of lovestruck teens, and

her best friend tells her to

in the middle of the night when she

the villain in their narrative, or

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

lit streets, eventually catching sight