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

can’t be nice to my friends,

my face, the weight of the past settling on my

I ask out loud. “If I ever have

life tiptoeing around her friends who can’t

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

her. What do

up. And I’m working d mn hard to be a

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

me a

sees it,” my wolf whispers, his voice softening. “She might not fully realize

in you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t allow you back into her life, even in

has.”

chair, letting the words sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope in a sea

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

rebuild

my phone buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me from my

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

she says

meeting. Can you come?”

pack. The responsibilities I’ve been skirting ever since I moved

it off any

I say, gritting my teeth. “I’ll

my double life—the life I left

act, and sometimes I drop

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

a sense of dread mingling with

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my voice

anxiety. “I had to get off the subway. I’m a

lost. And—”

I interrupt,

a primal urge to

head for the door, locking my apartment with an

car in record time, my

find myself mulling over what the

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

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

of the night when she

villain in their narrative, or just

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

lit streets, eventually catching sight of her standing