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,

a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes her

my concerns aside, focusing on

say, scanning the room. “First

enough. Various issues are discussed: business

initiatives. But it’s the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned

his coma soon. How does

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my

for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

time, I can’t entirely deny the fact

truth behind my words.

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

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

at my words. Then Mark, a council member who’s

about his opinions, speaks

been working at a restaurant in the

I

shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being

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

straight

for discussion,” I say, letting my words cut through the

a knife.

members gather their papers and stand,

room. I stay seated for a moment longer,

the meeting sink

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

We need to

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

making a snap decision. “You know

a dinner at my house

face. It’s fleeting, but

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

I’ll see you

…

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

on the steering wheel,

for the weekend, the council’s

thought competes for attention, but it’s

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

Abby, gaining her approval

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

for a new dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no

back: me buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry,