Ethan's POV
I stepped into Gideon’s office, the air heavy with the scent of leather and old cigars. Gideon sat behind his wide mahogany desk, hands folded, an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Ethan,” he greeted, voice rich and smooth, though I detected a sharpness beneath it. “I trust you’ve been busy.”
I forced a smile. “As much as any Alpha trying to secure his position.”
Gideon’s lips curved into something that could’ve been a smile or a smirk. “And yet, here we are, still tied in votes. It seems your confidence might need some… reinforcement.”
“Which is why I’m here,” I replied evenly. “I’m looking to discuss your support in the next vote.”
He gave a slow, thoughtful nod, his eyes gleaming with a predatory interest. “I’m glad you’re direct. Let’s skip the niceties, then. You know wh
