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

get started,” I say, scanning the

smoothly enough. Various issues

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

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

renowned physician and member of the

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

Alpha?”

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

role of Alpha wouldn’t be a

a hint of humor. But at the same time, I can’t entirely deny

truth behind my words.

years. No matter how much I love my brother, I

to say that he’ll even be physically able

through the room at my words. Then Mark,

about his opinions,

a restaurant in the city, haven’t

“That is correct,” I say.

an apprehensive look. “Perhaps being Alpha

heavy in the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the

him straight in the

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

knife. “Meeting

a collective rustling as the council members gather

I stay seated for a moment longer,

the meeting

snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should

We need to discuss a few more

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

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

dinner

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

She quickly

I’ll see

…

engine purrs to life, but I don’t immediately pull

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

the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled criticism,

attention, but

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

Abby, gaining her approval

softly, already ahead of him. “That was the

her

buying Abby the latest designer handbags, high-end