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,

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

my concerns aside, focusing on

I say, scanning the room. “First

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed: business

community initiatives. But it’s the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

the local renowned physician

from his coma soon.

Alpha?”

maintain

the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

a hint of humor. But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s a bit

truth behind my words.

much I love my

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

room at my words. Then Mark, a

about his opinions, speaks

you’ve been working at a restaurant in

“That is correct,” I say. “And

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

and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the

straight

up for discussion,”

knife. “Meeting

a collective rustling as the council members

they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment longer, letting

meeting

once they’re gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should come

need to discuss a

off about her

I wind up making a snap decision. “You

dinner

face. It’s fleeting,

can’t identify. She quickly

well, sir. I’ll see

…

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

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

the council’s

attention, but it’s Abby

breaking his prolonged silence. “You know,

date with Abby, gaining her

of him. “That was the goal, my friend. I’m even thinking of taking

before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no price

Abby the latest