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.

were a jerk to Chloe,” she’d told me, her voice heavy with disappointment

my friends,

groan, dragging my hands down my face, the weight of the

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

around her friends who

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

What do you

And I’m working d mn hard to be a better man—to

snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no one can see that.

me a chance to prove

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

you back

has.”

the words sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope

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

to rebuild what

table, ripping me from my internal monologue. The

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

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

meeting. Can you come?”

I’ve been skirting ever since

off

my teeth. “I’ll be

weight of my double life—the life I left behind and the one I’m struggling

juggling act, and sometimes

cue, my phone buzzes again, pulling me back to the present.

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

calling?

trying to

it’s… It’s me,” she stammers, her voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get off the

lost. And—”

to get you,” I interrupt,

evaporate, replaced by a primal

and head for the door, locking

car in record time,

myself mulling over what

other like a couple of lovestruck teens, and the

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

the

narrative,

my phone indicates that I’m nearing Abby’s location. My eyes scan

streets, eventually catching sight of her standing