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

I push my concerns aside,

started,” I say, scanning the room.

progresses smoothly enough. Various

the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

local renowned physician and member

may be waking up from his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

maintain my composure.

of Alpha wouldn’t

But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact

truth behind my words.

for years. No matter how much I love my brother, I

besides, who’s to say that he’ll even be physically able to lead

at my words. Then Mark, a council

about his opinions, speaks

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

“That is correct,” I say. “And

apprehensive look.

words hang heavy in the air, and I can feel the

him straight

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

a knife.

collective rustling as the council members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

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

meeting sink

snapping me out of my reverie. “I think

need to discuss a few more

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

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

a dinner at my house

face. It’s fleeting,

else I can’t identify. She quickly masks

I’ll see you

…

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

drum on the steering wheel,

weekend, the council’s thinly

competes for attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately wins

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

Abby,

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

a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever

latest designer