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

push my concerns aside, focusing

started,” I say, scanning the room.

Various issues are discussed: business

it’s the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

you all may know,” the local renowned physician and

brother may be waking up from his coma soon.

Alpha?”

scrutinizing. I maintain my composure.

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

of humor. But at the same time,

truth behind my words.

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

to say that he’ll even be

through the room at my words. Then Mark, a council member

his

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

I say. “And

me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps

can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up a

straight

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

a knife.

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

as they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment

meeting

Gianna says once they’re gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should come

tonight. We need to discuss a few more

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

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

dinner at

face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a

quickly masks it with a

I’ll see you

…

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

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

for the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled criticism,

attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately wins

“You know, this dinner tonight could

with Abby, gaining her approval

the goal,

before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no price tag too

the latest designer handbags, high-end jewelry, whisking