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. Gianna takes her

my concerns aside, focusing

started,” I say, scanning the

Various

opportunities, community initiatives. But it’s the last item on the agenda that makes

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician and member

waking up from his coma soon. How does that affect

Alpha?”

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

role of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Of course,

at the same time, I can’t entirely

truth behind my words.

much I love my brother, I

that he’ll even

my words. Then Mark, a council member

his

been working at a restaurant in the city,

“That is correct,” I say.

apprehensive look.

words hang heavy in the air, and I can feel the

him straight in the

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

a knife.

collective rustling as the council members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

room. I stay seated for a moment longer, letting the

the meeting sink

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

need to discuss

about her tone, something I can’t quite place. Maybe because

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

hold a dinner at my

expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a mix of surprise

quickly masks it with

well, sir. I’ll see you

…

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

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind

the council’s

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

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

date with Abby, gaining her

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

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

the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry, whisking her