Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 344

Today, during a particularly important meeting with other pack leaders, I find myself distracted.

The conversation revolves around alliances and trade agreements, but my mind keeps drifting to Abby and the challenges she’s facing.

I try to refocus, but it’s a struggle.

One of the businessmen, a rival pack’s representative, takes notice of my distraction. He smirks and leans forward, addressing me with a condescending tone.

“Karl, it seems like you’ve been more interested in your personal life lately than in pack matters,” he says, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps you’re too focused on women to pay attention to what’s truly important.”

I bristle at the accusation, my jaw tightening. “Pardon?”

He shrugs. “We all know what happened with your ex-wife. It’s obvious you’re too worried about her to think about your pack.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I say with a scoff. “My pack always comes first. I’m offended that you’d even suggest that.”

The others at the table exchange knowing glances, and I can sense their skepticism. The businessman who called me out smirks again before leaning back in his chair.

“Actions speak louder than words, Karl,” he says, his tone mocking. “Maybe it’s time you prove your commitment to your business and stop acting like a lovestruck schoolboy.”

Before I can say anything else, he stands and grabs his briefcase, walking out. I’m too shocked to speak as the other businessmen file out, shooting me disapproving glances and muttering under their breaths.

I’m left alone in the room, seething with frustration. I clench my fists, resisting the urge to punch the wall.

This is not how I envisioned my leadership, and I refuse to let anyone undermine my authority.

…

His suggestion hits me hard, and I stand so abruptly that my chair scrapes on the stone patio. “You’re joking,” I hiss.

But Ethan just nods. “Karl, I think it’s time. You’ve put in a lot of good work over the years, but you were never meant to be the permanent Alpha. You know that, right?”

“Ethan,” I say slowly, trying to contain my rage, “I’ve been leading this pack tirelessly for years, and I can’t just step down so easily.”

Ethan studies me for a moment, his gaze searching. “Then how about this,” he suggests, extending his hand. “Let’s hold an election. Let the pack decide.”

For a moment, I just stare at his outstretched hand, taken aback by this suggestion. The thought of handing over the position I spent years working in makes my chest ache, but at the same time, Ethan’s suggestion is only fair.

An election. It’s an interesting idea, and maybe, just maybe, it’s not so bad.

I grasp his hand firmly, sealing the agreement. “Very well, Ethan. Let’s do it. We’ll let the pack decide who should lead.”