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 the meeting’s commencement. Gianna takes her

concerns aside, focusing

say, scanning the room. “First on

meeting progresses smoothly enough. Various issues

opportunities, community initiatives. But it’s the last item on the agenda

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

you all may know,” the local renowned physician and

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

Alpha?”

I maintain my composure. “I welcome it. If he

competition for the role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

humor. But at the same time,

truth behind my words.

much I love my brother, I won’t give up my

he’ll even be physically able to

my words. Then Mark, a council member who’s

his opinions, speaks

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

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

pauses, then shoots me an apprehensive look. “Perhaps

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

straight in the

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

knife.

rustling as the council members gather

room. I stay seated for

meeting

says once they’re gone, snapping me out of

to

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

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

dinner at my house

face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a

can’t identify. She quickly masks it with a

well, sir. I’ll

…

leather seat of my car, the engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull out

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my

weekend, the

thought competes for attention, but it’s

“You know, this

with Abby,

“That was the goal, my

before dinner. Let her choose whatever she wants, no

the latest designer handbags,