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,

hushed silence, signaling

my concerns aside,

started,” I say, scanning the

Various issues are

it’s the last item on the agenda that

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

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

his coma

Alpha?”

I maintain my

Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Of course, my

of humor. But at the same time, I

truth behind my words.

here for years. No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t

to say that he’ll even be physically able

at my

vocal about his opinions,

at a restaurant in

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

then shoots me an apprehensive look.

can feel

straight in

are not up for discussion,” I say,

knife.

council members gather their papers and stand,

as they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment longer,

the meeting

Gianna says once they’re gone, snapping me out

tonight. We need to discuss a

off about her tone, something I

decision. “You know what?”

hold a dinner at my

a peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but

identify. She quickly masks it with a professional

sir. I’ll see you

…

the engine purrs to life, but I

drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing

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

competes for attention, but it’s

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

date with Abby,

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

a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she

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