Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 371

With my coffee in hand, I decide to do a bit of shopping. I step into a nearby clothing boutique that I haven’t seen before and begin flipping through the racks, pulling out various items and holding them up to myself in the mirror.

“That’s a nice color,” a familiar voice says as I’m holding up an emerald green sweater in the mirror..

I turn around, surprised to see Elsie, the maid who used to be my friend, standing there. She doesn’t seem to recognize me through the mask. I tug it down just enough so she can see me, and her eyes widen.

“Ab—”

“Shh,” I hiss, drawing closer. “I’m laying low.”

Elsie nods slowly, then grins. “I didn’t know you were going to be in town today,” she says. “How are you doing? I heard about…” Her voice trails off, but we both know what she’s thinking: the disaster of an Alpha party.

“It’s a long story,” I explain quietly. “But it’s under control. I needed to get out of the city, though.”

Elsie shoots me a knowing look, then loops her arm around my shoulder. She’s in her plain clothes; it must be her day off, hence the reason why she didn’t know I was going to be here. It was all so last minute, after all.

After a moment, Elsie glances at the items I’ve got in my hand: a mini dress, a sweater, and a scarf.

“Are you shopping for something special?” she asks.

Elsie’s brow furrows, and she studies me intently. “Well, it certainly doesn’t seem casual,” she says softly. “Everyone has been talking since the Alpha party. We all thought you were getting back together.”

I’m taken aback by her observation, and I can’t deny that there is a hint of truth in her words. The past week has been filled with moments that felt far from casual, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve inadvertently fallen back into old habits.

As we continue our walk, a sense of unease settles within me. Maybe Elsie is right. Maybe all of this is too much, and I’m here for the wrong reasons. I should be using this time to escape the chaos of the city, not playing house with my ex-husband.

The weight of Elsie’s words lingers in my mind, and it makes me question my own motives for being here. Am I really only here to escape the city?

Or am I here because there’s something else drawing me back to the place I used to call home?