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

push my concerns aside, focusing on the task

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

Various issues

opportunities, community initiatives. But it’s the last

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

local renowned

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

Alpha?”

scrutinizing. I maintain

little friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I love my brother,

say that he’ll

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

his

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

is correct,” I

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

feel the

him straight

discussion,” I say, letting my

a knife. “Meeting

council members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

the room. I stay seated for

meeting sink

me out of my reverie. “I think you should

We need to

something off about her tone, something

“You know what?” I say,

a dinner at

face.

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

I’ll see you

…

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

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

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

competes for attention, but

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

date with Abby,

already ahead of him. “That was the goal, my friend.

new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever

me buying Abby the latest designer