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,

settles into a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes

push my concerns aside, focusing on the task

say, scanning the room. “First on

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

community initiatives. But it’s the last item on the agenda that makes

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and

“your brother may be waking up from his

Alpha?”

eyes are on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If

friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t

the same time, I can’t entirely

truth behind my words.

for years. No matter how much I love

say that he’ll

through the room at my words. Then

about his opinions,

restaurant in

is correct,” I say. “And what of

shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being

hang heavy in the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up a

straight

not up for discussion,” I

knife. “Meeting

council members

leave the room. I stay seated for

the meeting sink

out of my reverie. “I think

We need to discuss a few

about her tone, something I can’t quite place. Maybe because of

wind up making a snap decision. “You

dinner at

face. It’s

else I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a

I’ll

…

leather seat of my car, the engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull

on the steering wheel, my mind racing through the events of

for the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled

for attention, but

wolf stirs, breaking his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner

A date with Abby,

“That was the goal, my friend.

new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she

buying Abby the latest designer