Vorian POV
Entering the conference room, I found my designated table. Each Alpha was seated separately something we all preferred, given how fiercely we guarded our privacy. The tables were modest, round, maybe three feet across, each with a small lamp in the center, a hotel-issue pen, and a folder marked with our names.
Inside mine, I found a stack of documents: proposed amendments to current laws, plus a list of newly instated Alphas and Lunas. Some of the proposed changes were interesting. Others, I couldn’t care less about. But all of it had to be reviewed and voted on before the day ended after which I could finally hit the casino.
“Attention,” called a voice from the front of the room. It was the same man who’d just humiliated Alpha Oren.
“I’m Basil,” he said. “This is Iver, Stra
