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,

into a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes her

I push my concerns aside, focusing on the

scanning the

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues are discussed: business

opportunities, community initiatives. But it’s the last

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician and member of

may be waking up from his coma soon.

Alpha?”

me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome

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

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

truth behind my words.

matter how much I love my

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

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

about his

in the city, haven’t you,

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

me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha isn’t your

I can feel the atmosphere shift,

him straight

up for discussion,” I say, letting my words cut

knife.

members gather their

as they leave the room. I stay seated

meeting sink

out

need to

about her tone, something

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

a dinner at

peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but

I can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a

I’ll see

…

car, the engine purrs to life,

steering wheel, my mind racing through the events of

the weekend, the council’s thinly

for attention, but it’s Abby who ultimately

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

date with Abby, gaining her

him. “That was the

her choose whatever she

Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end