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,

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

my concerns aside, focusing on the task at

say, scanning the room. “First on the

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are

it’s the last item on the agenda that

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

know,” the local renowned physician and member

his coma soon. How

Alpha?”

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

role of Alpha wouldn’t

But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s a bit

truth behind my words.

No matter how much I love my brother, I

who’s to say that he’ll

murmur courses through the room at my words. Then

vocal about his

been working at a restaurant in the city, haven’t you,

shrug. “That is correct,” I

look. “Perhaps being Alpha

can feel the atmosphere shift, the

him straight in the

working there are not up for discussion,”

knife. “Meeting

as the council members gather their papers and

stiff handshakes as they leave the room. I stay seated for

the meeting sink

out of my reverie. “I

to

about her tone, something

making a snap decision. “You

a dinner at my house

a peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a mix

can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a

sir. I’ll see

…

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

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

return home for the weekend, the council’s

for attention, but it’s Abby who

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

A date with Abby, gaining her

“That was the goal,

dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no

the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry, whisking her