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. Gianna takes

concerns aside, focusing on the task

get started,” I say, scanning the

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

But it’s the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician

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

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I

role of Alpha wouldn’t

same time, I

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I love

easily. And besides, who’s to say that he’ll even be physically able to

room at my words. Then Mark, a council

his

at a restaurant in the

“That is correct,” I

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

can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up

straight in the

there are not up for discussion,”

a knife. “Meeting

council members gather

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

the meeting

Gianna says once they’re gone, snapping me out of my

need to discuss a few

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

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

dinner at my house

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

quickly masks it

I’ll

…

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

attention, but it’s Abby who

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

Abby, gaining

softly, already ahead of him. “That was the goal, my friend.

her choose whatever she wants,

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