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

push my concerns aside, focusing on the task at

say, scanning

enough. Various

last item on the agenda that makes

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

local renowned physician and member of the

brother may be waking up from his coma soon. How

Alpha?”

scrutinizing. I maintain my

the role of Alpha wouldn’t be

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

truth behind my words.

how much I love my brother, I won’t give

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

through the room at my words. Then Mark, a

about his opinions,

working at a restaurant in the city,

“That is correct,” I say. “And

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

can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up a

straight in

reasons for working there are not up for discussion,” I say,

a knife.

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

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

the meeting sink

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

We need to discuss

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

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

a dinner at my

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

She quickly masks it with a

I’ll

…

my car, the engine purrs to

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind

the council’s

thought competes for attention, but it’s Abby who

prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner

with Abby, gaining

him. “That was the goal,

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

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