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

push my concerns aside, focusing on

I say, scanning the room.

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

But it’s the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

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

up from his coma soon. How does that

Alpha?”

are on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If

friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be

a hint of humor. But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s a

truth behind my words.

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

that he’ll even

at my words.

about his opinions,

restaurant in

I

then shoots me an apprehensive look.

I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension

straight in

discussion,” I say, letting my words

a knife.

council members gather

leave the room. I stay

the meeting sink

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

need to discuss a

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

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

hold a dinner at

peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting,

identify. She quickly masks it with

I’ll

…

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

drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through the events

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

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

silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could be

date with Abby, gaining her

of him. “That was the goal,

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

buying Abby the latest designer