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,

room settles into a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s

I push my concerns aside, focusing on the task at

scanning the room. “First on the

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

it’s the last item on the agenda that makes

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned physician and member of

his

Alpha?”

I maintain my composure.

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t

same time, I can’t entirely deny

truth behind my words.

for years. No matter how much I love my

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

my words. Then Mark,

his opinions,

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

“That is correct,” I say. “And what of

pauses, then shoots me an apprehensive look.

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

him straight in the

up for discussion,” I say, letting my words

a knife. “Meeting

the council members

as they leave the room. I stay seated for a

the meeting

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

tonight. We need to discuss a few more

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

decision. “You

a dinner at my house

face. It’s fleeting, but

identify. She quickly masks it with a

sir. I’ll see you

…

into the leather seat of my car, the engine purrs to life,

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

weekend, the council’s thinly

thought competes for attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately wins

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

with Abby,

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

before dinner. Let her choose whatever

back: me buying Abby the latest