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,

hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement.

my concerns aside, focusing

get started,” I say, scanning the room.

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed: business

it’s the last item

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned physician

from his coma soon. How does that affect

Alpha?”

eyes are on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I

role of Alpha

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

truth behind my words.

Alpha here 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

my words. Then Mark, a council member

vocal about his opinions,

in the

“That is correct,” I say. “And what of

then shoots me an apprehensive look.

I can feel the atmosphere shift,

him straight in

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

a knife. “Meeting

a collective rustling as the council members gather

stiff handshakes as they leave the room. I

meeting sink

me out of my reverie. “I think

need to

about her tone, something

a snap decision. “You know what?” I say,

dinner

crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but

else I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with

sir. I’ll see you

…

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

wheel, my mind racing through the events of the

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

attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately

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

date with Abby, gaining her approval

of him. “That was the

dinner. Let her

back: me buying Abby the latest