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,

signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes her

I push my concerns aside, focusing on

get started,” I say, scanning the room.

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues

initiatives. But it’s the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned

“your brother may be waking up from his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure.

role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

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

truth behind my words.

No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up my

And besides, who’s to say that he’ll even be physically able to lead our

through the room at my words. Then Mark, a council member

vocal about his

a restaurant in the city, haven’t you, Karl?” he

correct,” I say. “And what

shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha

I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing

straight in

not up for discussion,” I

knife. “Meeting

a collective rustling as the council members gather their papers and stand,

stiff handshakes as they leave the room. I stay

the meeting

out of my reverie. “I think you should

tonight. We need to discuss a few more

There’s something off about her tone, something I can’t quite place.

“You know what?” I say,

dinner at

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

else I can’t identify. She quickly

sir. I’ll

…

engine purrs to life, but I

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through

for the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled criticism,

attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately wins

breaking his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner

date with Abby,

was the goal, my friend.

her choose whatever she wants, no price tag too

buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry,