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 the meeting’s commencement.

my concerns aside,

I say, scanning

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues

initiatives. But it’s the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

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

brother may be waking up from his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

are on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If

the role of Alpha wouldn’t be

But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny

truth behind my words.

for years. No matter how much I love my brother,

who’s to say that he’ll even be physically able to

my

vocal about his

at a restaurant in the city,

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

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

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

him straight in

reasons for working there are not up for discussion,”

knife. “Meeting

council members gather their

and stiff handshakes as they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment longer, letting

meeting

Gianna says once they’re gone, snapping me out

We need to

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

decision. “You know

dinner

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

quickly masks it with a

sir. I’ll

…

engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull out

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

the weekend, the

competes for attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately

his prolonged silence. “You know, this

Abby, gaining her approval

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

Let her choose whatever she wants, no

back: me buying Abby the latest