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,

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

aside, focusing

get started,” I say, scanning the room.

smoothly enough. Various issues are

community initiatives. But it’s the last

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

all may know,” the local renowned

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

Alpha?”

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

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

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

truth behind my words.

No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t

he’ll

through the room at my words.

vocal about his

in the city, haven’t you, Karl?” he

shrug. “That is correct,” I say.

an apprehensive look. “Perhaps

and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing up a notch.

straight in

working there are not up for discussion,”

a knife.

members gather their papers and stand,

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

meeting sink

they’re gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you

need to discuss a few more

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

“You

dinner at my

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

She quickly

sir. I’ll

…

of my car, the engine

drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing through

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

competes for attention, but

“You know,

A date with Abby, gaining her approval

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

dress before dinner. Let her

buying Abby the latest designer