It is…a long day. Of debates. And negotiations. And arguments for and against Victor’s Supremacy. Victor glances at the window, seeing dusk settling outside and sighing deeply, glancing at his phone. Evelyn hasn’t messaged him back at all, which is odd for her, but –
Still, there’s so much to be done here that he barely has time to think about it –
Victor glances around the room at the gathering of forty of the most powerful Alphas in the nation, who are each speaking quietly to one another with their ballots clenched in their hands. Slowly, one by one, they approach the box at the front of the ballroom – which has been transformed into a board room for this purpose – and slip their ballot into the box. Victor has, of course, already voted – but his vote was obvious.
When the final Alp
