Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 83: Hidden Priorities
Karl

The mahogany door clicks shut behind me as I step into the conference room.

Members of the council, influential businessmen and entrepreneurs who hold significant power in the

community, are already seated around the long table. I can feel the weight of their expectations

hanging in the air, but right now, my thoughts are preoccupied with something—or rather, someone—

else.

Before I can approach the table, my secretary, Gianna, is waiting by the door for me. “Good morning,

Alpha Karl,” she says, her voice low and even as usual. “Nice to see you after all this time.”

I nod as I slip my jacket off and hang it on the hook. “I’m glad to be back.”

“And you’re staying, I presume?” she asks, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

For a moment, I feel almost like I’m being put on the spot. The others are preoccupied with their

preparations, but Gianna’s gaze is unwavering. I always knew that she disapproved of my… adventure

out to the city to win Abby back, but there’s something else in her gaze. Something I can’t quite put my

finger on.

“We’ll see,” I say, trying to be vague.

Gianna blinks slowly before handing me the meeting’s agenda in a leather bound folder. As she does,

our fingers brush, and she leans in.

“Sir, I know this might not be my place, but I heard that your… ex-wife is staying with you. Is that

correct?”

Her sudden choice of words gives me pause, especially in this setting. Slowly turning to face her, I can’t

help but notice a subtle furrow of her brows, a tightening around her eyes. “And if she is, would that be

that a problem?” I ask, keeping my voice neutral.

“No, not a problem,” she says, but her hesitation tells me otherwise. “Just… be careful around her, Karl.

You know how things were.”

I look at her squarely. “Abby never cheated on me. The gardener manipulated the situation. Let’s not

forget that.”

Gianna’s expression shifts, a hint of guilt flashing across her eyes, but before I can question it further,

hushed silence, signaling the

push my concerns aside, focusing

get started,” I say, scanning the room. “First

Various issues are

initiatives. But it’s the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and member of the council,

from his

Alpha?”

maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If he

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Of course, my

of humor. But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the

truth behind my words.

matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up my

who’s to say that he’ll

low murmur courses through the room at my words.

vocal about his opinions,

at a restaurant in the city, haven’t you,

I say. “And

shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha isn’t your top

the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension

him straight in the

discussion,” I say, letting my

a knife. “Meeting

the council members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

and stiff handshakes as they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment longer, letting

the meeting

snapping me out of my reverie. “I

We need to discuss a few more

up at her. There’s something off about her tone,

snap decision. “You know what?”

a dinner

crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a mix of

can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a professional

sir. I’ll

…

into the leather seat of my car, the engine

lot. My fingers drum on the steering wheel,

the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled

for attention, but it’s Abby who

stirs, breaking his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could be a

date with Abby, gaining her approval

of him. “That was the

new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she

flood back: me buying Abby the latest designer handbags,