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,

settles into a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes her

my concerns aside,

started,” I say, scanning

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are

initiatives. But it’s the last

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

know,” the local renowned physician and member of

may be waking up from his coma soon.

Alpha?”

maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If he

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

But at the same time, I can’t entirely

truth behind my words.

been the Alpha here for years. No matter how much

say that he’ll even be

murmur courses through the room at my words. Then Mark, a council member who’s

vocal about his opinions, speaks

in

I

look. “Perhaps

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

straight

are not up for discussion,” I say, letting my words

a knife.

collective rustling as the council members gather their papers and

handshakes as they leave the room. I

meeting

out of my reverie. “I think you

tonight. We need to discuss a few

something off about her tone, something I can’t

“You know what?” I say, standing.

a dinner at my

crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s

I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a professional

I’ll see

…

the leather seat of my car, the engine purrs

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

the council’s thinly veiled criticism,

for attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately

prolonged silence. “You know,

with Abby, gaining her approval

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

for a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no price

Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry,