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.

concerns aside,

get started,” I say, scanning the room. “First on

progresses smoothly enough. Various

But it’s the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and

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

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure.

the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

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

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I

say that he’ll even be physically able

at my words. Then Mark, a council member

his opinions, speaks

in the city,

I say. “And what of

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

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

straight in the

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

a knife.

members

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

meeting

out of my reverie. “I think you

to discuss

her. There’s something off about her tone, something

“You know what?” I say, standing. “That’s an

dinner at my

moment, a peculiar expression crosses her face.

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

well, sir. I’ll see you

…

engine purrs to

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

the weekend, the

attention, but

his prolonged silence. “You

date with Abby, gaining her

was the goal, my friend.

Let her choose whatever she wants, no

flood back: me buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end