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,

signaling

concerns aside, focusing

I say, scanning the room.

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are

But it’s the last item on the agenda that

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

the local renowned physician

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

Alpha?”

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

of Alpha wouldn’t

time, I can’t

truth behind my words.

No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up

he’ll even

room at my words. Then Mark, a council member who’s

about his opinions,

you’ve been working at a restaurant in the

I say.

then shoots 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 climbing up

straight

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

a knife. “Meeting

as the council members gather their papers and stand,

I stay seated for a

meeting sink

gone, snapping me out of my

We need to discuss a

off about her tone, something I

decision. “You know what?” I

dinner

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

identify. She quickly masks it

I’ll see

…

of my car, the engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull

steering wheel, my mind racing

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

but it’s

prolonged silence. “You know, this

with Abby, gaining her approval

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

new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no price tag too

me buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry,