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.

concerns aside, focusing on the

say, scanning the

progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed: business

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

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

the local renowned physician and member

be waking up from his coma soon. How does that

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain

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

humor. But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact

truth behind my words.

been the Alpha here for years. No matter how much I love my

he’ll even be physically able to lead

the room at my words. Then Mark, a council

his opinions, speaks

restaurant in the

is correct,” I

an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha

words hang heavy in the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing

him straight

for working there are not up for discussion,” I say, letting

knife. “Meeting

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

they leave the room. I stay seated for

the meeting

gone, snapping me out of

need to discuss a few more

There’s something off about her tone, something

snap decision. “You know

hold a dinner at my

face. It’s

quickly masks

I’ll

…

the engine purrs to life, but I

wheel,

the

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

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

A date with Abby, gaining

“That was the

for a new dress before dinner. Let her choose

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