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

concerns aside, focusing on the

scanning the room. “First on the

smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed:

But it’s the last item on the

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and

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

Alpha?”

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

a little friendly competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be

at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s a

truth behind my words.

matter how much I love my

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

at my words. Then Mark,

about his

working at a restaurant in

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

an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha

and I can feel the atmosphere shift,

straight

not up for discussion,” I say, letting my

a knife.

council members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

as they leave the room. I stay seated for a

the meeting

snapping me out of my reverie. “I

We need to discuss a few more

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

up making a snap decision. “You

a dinner

peculiar expression crosses her face.

She quickly masks it with a professional

I’ll see

…

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

the steering wheel, my mind racing through the events of

the council’s thinly veiled

but it’s Abby who ultimately

prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner

Abby, gaining her approval

the goal, my friend.

Let her choose whatever she wants, no price tag

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