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.

to Chloe,” she’d told me, her voice heavy with disappointment when I

can’t be nice to my friends, then don’t expect any affection

my face, the weight of the past settling on my shoulders. “Is this

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

her friends

wolf remarks, a touch

What do

know, okay? I know I screwed up. And I’m working d mn hard to be a better

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

give me

softening. “She might not fully realize it yet, but

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

has.”

words sink in, a tiny glimmer of hope in a sea of doubt

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

to rebuild what I’ve

my phone buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

you need to come home next weekend,” she says without

meeting. Can you come?”

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

off

I say, gritting my teeth.

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

juggling act, and

buzzes again, pulling me

dread mingling with anticipation. It’s

calling?

answer, trying to

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

lost. And—”

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

replaced by a primal urge to

head for the door, locking my apartment

in my car in record time, my phone

mulling over what the

moment we’re throwing flour at each other like a couple of lovestruck

her to keep her distance. And now here I

her up in the middle of the night when

in their narrative, or just a casualty of

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

catching sight of her