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,

signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna

concerns aside, focusing on

started,” I say, scanning

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned physician and member of the council,

be waking up from his coma soon. How does that affect your

Alpha?”

I maintain my composure.

a little friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

the same time, I can’t

truth behind my words.

here for years. No matter how much I

he’ll even be physically able

low murmur courses through the room at my words. Then Mark, a council

vocal about his opinions,

been working at a restaurant in the city, haven’t you, Karl?”

is correct,” I say.

pauses, then shoots me an apprehensive look.

I can feel the atmosphere shift,

him straight

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

knife. “Meeting

the council members gather their

I stay seated for a

the meeting sink

me out of my reverie. “I think you should

We need to discuss a

off about her tone, something

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

dinner at my house

face. It’s fleeting, but

quickly masks it with a professional

sir. I’ll see you

…

my car, the engine purrs to life, but

My fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through the

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

but it’s Abby who ultimately wins

his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner tonight

Abby,

was the goal, my friend. I’m even thinking of taking her

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

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