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 commencement.

aside, focusing

I say, scanning the room.

Various issues

But it’s the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and member of the council, Dr.

up from his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

I maintain my composure. “I welcome it.

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Of course, my

couched in a hint of humor. But at the same time,

truth behind my words.

Alpha here for years. No matter how much

that he’ll even be physically able to lead

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

vocal about his opinions,

at a restaurant in the city, haven’t

correct,” I say. “And what

then shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being

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

straight

for discussion,” I say, letting my words cut through

a knife.

members gather

as they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment

the meeting

gone, snapping me out of my reverie.

to discuss a few

her tone, something I can’t quite place.

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

hold a dinner

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

quickly masks it with

well, sir. I’ll see

…

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

wheel, my mind racing through the events

return home for the weekend, the

but it’s

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

Abby, gaining her

was the

before dinner. Let her

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