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

aside, focusing on the task at

say, scanning the room.

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various

last

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician and member

brother may be waking up from his coma soon. How

Alpha?”

I maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If

of Alpha wouldn’t

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

truth behind my words.

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

that he’ll even be physically able to

my words. Then Mark, a council

about his

a restaurant in the

is correct,” I

an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha

feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up a

him straight in

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

knife.

a collective rustling as the council members

room. I stay seated for a moment

the meeting sink

says once they’re gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should

tonight. We need to

something off about her tone, something I can’t

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

a dinner

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

can’t identify. She quickly masks it with

I’ll

…

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

wheel,

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

for attention, but

“You know, this

with Abby, gaining

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

dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants,

latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry, whisking