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 voice

you can’t be nice to my friends, then don’t

weight of the past

ever have a chance with Abby again, am

her

remarks, a touch of reproach

What

d mn hard to be a

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

willing to give me

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

you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t allow you back into

has.”

the words sink in, a tiny glimmer

does see the changes in

rebuild what I’ve

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

Gianna, my

“Hello?”

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

meeting. Can you come?”

been skirting ever since

off

my teeth. “I’ll be

my double life—the life

constant juggling act, and sometimes

phone buzzes again, pulling me

the green button, a sense of dread mingling with

calling?

I answer, trying to keep

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 heart pounding. In a second,

a

door, locking my apartment with an urgency that mirrors

in my car in record time, my phone guiding me to her

myself mulling over what the hell is

each other like a couple of lovestruck teens,

of her life because her best friend tells her to keep her distance. And now here

middle of the night when she needs me the

I really the villain in their narrative, or

indicates

sight of her standing under a