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,

silence, signaling the meeting’s

aside,

I say, scanning the room. “First

progresses smoothly enough. Various

it’s the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician and member of the

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

Alpha?”

scrutinizing. I maintain

competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad

in a hint of humor. But at the same time, I

truth behind my words.

matter how much I love my

he’ll even be physically able

murmur courses through the room at my

his opinions,

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

correct,” I

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

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

straight

for working there are not up for discussion,” I say, letting

a knife. “Meeting

members gather their papers

the room. I

meeting

me out of my reverie. “I think you should come

tonight. We need to discuss a

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

decision. “You

dinner at

expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a

can’t identify. She quickly

sir. I’ll

…

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

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

the council’s thinly

but it’s Abby

silence. “You know, this dinner tonight

with Abby, gaining

was the goal, my friend. I’m even thinking of

for a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever

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