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,

into a hushed silence, signaling the

push my concerns aside, focusing on

say, scanning

Various issues are discussed: business

initiatives. But it’s the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned

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

Alpha?”

me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my

role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

But at the same time, I can’t

truth behind my words.

the Alpha here for years. No matter how much I love my brother,

say that he’ll even

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

vocal about his

been working at a restaurant in the city,

I

then shoots me an apprehensive look.

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

him straight in

not up for discussion,” I say, letting my words cut through the

knife. “Meeting

collective rustling as the council members gather their papers and

leave the room. I stay

meeting

me out of my reverie. “I

need to discuss a few

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

wind up making a snap decision. “You know what?” I say, standing. “That’s an excellent

a dinner at

face. It’s fleeting,

can’t identify. She quickly masks it with

I’ll

…

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

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing

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

attention, but it’s

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

date with Abby,

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

before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants,

me buying Abby the latest designer