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.

her voice heavy with disappointment when I tried to kiss

nice to my friends, then don’t

my hands down 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, am I going

around her

remarks, a touch of reproach in

her. What

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

Abby deserves,” I snap, my voice tinged with bitterness. “But it’s like no

even willing to give me a

voice softening. “She

back into her life, even in

has.”

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

see the changes in me. And maybe, just maybe, that will

rebuild what I’ve

phone buzzes on the coffee table, ripping me from my internal monologue. The

my ever-efficient

“Hello?”

next weekend,” she says without preamble. “Your Council

meeting. Can you come?”

skirting ever since I moved to the city. I realize

it off any

my teeth. “I’ll be

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

act, and sometimes I drop the

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

a sense of dread

calling?

I answer, trying to keep my voice

voice tinged with anxiety. “I had to get off the

lost. And—”

I’m coming to get you,” I

by a

coat and head for the door, locking my apartment with an urgency

in record time, my phone guiding

what the

moment we’re throwing flour at each other like a couple of lovestruck teens, and the

her life because her best friend tells her to keep her distance. And

middle of the night when she needs me the

the villain in their narrative, or

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

sight