Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0310

Karl

The Alpha party is in full swing, and I’ve got Shana on my arm, introduced as my date for the evening.

We make our entrance onto the dancefloor, and immediately, I sense the eyes of the other Lunas—the

ones who used to be Abby’s ‘friends’, and also who I just so happened to kick out of Abby’s restaurant

for being rude.

There’s a distinct smirk on their faces as they glance our way.

I try to ignore their glances and maintain a smile, acting as if I’m unfazed by their scrutiny. Shana looks

stunning in her elegant dress, and for a moment, I’m genuinely grateful to have her by my side.

As we navigate through the crowd, people start to approach us, making small talk and dropping not-so-

subtle hints about my past with Abby.

“Karl, I heard you’ve moved on from Abby,” one Luna says with a sly grin. “It took you long enough.”

I nod politely. “Yes, Shana and I are together now. Abby and I are still friends, though. I’m proud of her

and her career taking off.”

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perhaps she’s got some… ‘fans’ here who might want to see her.”

I offer a nonchalant smile. “Well, if she does drop by later, she deserves it. She’s put in a lot of hard

work.”

The conversations continue in a similar vein, and I can’t help but feel like I’m constantly defending my

choices. Shana, on the other hand, seems uninterested in engaging with the other guests.

It’s clear she’s not particularly interested in socializing, and our interactions are limited to the

occasional dance or a brief exchange of words.

We take to the dance floor, and as we move to the music, I find myself lost in thought. Shana’s a nice

enough girl, but there’s an undeniable lack of chemistry between us.

Even dancing with her feels stiff and choreographed. It feels more like a formality than a genuine

connection. Is this what my life would be like if she became the future Luna—bland and uneventful?

I lead Shana through a graceful waltz, our movements perfectly timed but lacking the passion and

intensity I’ve felt on the dance floor with Abby in the past. She follows my lead dutifully, her gaze

occasionally drifting to something or someone else in the room.

The music changes to a livelier tune, and I make an attempt at conversation. “Having a good time?:

Shana offers a small smile. “Yes, it’s a lovely party.”

I nod in agreement, but there’s an awkward silence that follows. It’s becoming increasingly clear that

Shana isn’t interested in engaging in a meaningful conversation.

I decide to press on. “Do you like parties like this?” I ask.

She hesitates for a moment, as if searching for an answer. “I don’t mind them.”

As the night continues, I can’t shake the feeling of boredom that's settled over me. The party is

extravagant, the food is exquisite, and the music is lively, but there’s something missing. It’s not the

same as the parties I used to attend with Abby, where every moment was filled with laughter, genuine

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