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

I push my concerns aside, focusing

started,” I say, scanning

enough. Various issues

the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

local renowned physician

“your brother may be waking up from his coma

Alpha?”

me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I

to say that he’ll even be physically able to lead our

low murmur courses through the room at my words. Then

about his

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

correct,” I say.

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

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

straight in

up for discussion,”

a knife.

the council members gather their papers

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

the meeting

once they’re gone, snapping me out

We need to discuss a few

at her. There’s something off about her tone,

decision. “You know what?” I say, standing. “That’s an

dinner at my house

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

else I can’t identify. She quickly masks it

sir. I’ll see

…

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

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

weekend, the council’s thinly veiled

attention, but

silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could be

Abby, gaining her approval

“That was the goal, my friend. I’m

her choose whatever she wants,

Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end