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 commencement. Gianna takes her

concerns aside, focusing on

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

enough. Various issues

the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

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

from his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome

the role of Alpha wouldn’t be

But at the same time, I

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up my

that he’ll even be physically

room at my words. Then Mark, a

his opinions, speaks

in the city, haven’t you,

shrug. “That is correct,” I

look. “Perhaps being Alpha

I can feel

him straight in the

are not up for discussion,” I say, letting

a knife.

rustling as the council members gather their papers

I stay seated for

the meeting sink

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

tonight. We need to discuss a

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

a snap decision. “You know what?” I say, standing.

a dinner

expression crosses her face. It’s

can’t identify. She quickly masks it

sir. I’ll see you

…

leather seat of my car, the engine

My fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through the events

for the weekend, the

but

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

A date with Abby, gaining her approval

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

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

Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end