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.

Chloe,” she’d told me, her

friends, then don’t expect

the weight of

out loud. “If I ever have a chance with Abby again,

around her friends who can’t

remarks, a touch of reproach

What

I know I screwed up. And I’m working d mn hard to be a better man—to

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

even willing to give me

softening. “She might not

allow you back into her life, even in the small

has.”

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

wolf is right. Maybe Abby does see the changes

to rebuild

buzzes on the coffee table, ripping

Gianna, my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

need to come home next weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your

meeting. Can you come?”

I’ve been skirting ever since

it off any

gritting my teeth.

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

and sometimes I drop

pulling me back to the present. This time, it’s

of dread mingling with anticipation. It’s late. Why

calling?

to keep my

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

lost. And—”

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

replaced by a

head for the door, locking

record time, my phone guiding me

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

at each other like a couple of lovestruck teens, and

friend tells her

the middle of the night

the villain in their narrative,

my phone indicates that I’m nearing

eventually catching sight of