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 her

aside, focusing

say, scanning the room.

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

community initiatives. But it’s the last item on the agenda that makes

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned physician and member

“your brother may be waking up from his

Alpha?”

I maintain my

a little friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

at the same time, I can’t

truth behind my words.

the Alpha here for years. No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up

that he’ll even be physically able to lead our

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

vocal about his

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

shrug. “That is correct,” I say.

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

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

him straight in

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

a knife.

the council members gather

leave the room. I stay seated for a moment longer, letting

meeting sink

snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you

We need to

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

decision. “You

hold a dinner at my house

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

I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a professional

sir. I’ll see you

…

the engine purrs to life, but I

wheel,

the weekend, the

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

“You know, this dinner tonight could be

A date with Abby, gaining her approval

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

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

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