Gasps rippled through the room. Some Alphas and Lunas exchanged stunned glances, while others simply froze. Under the table, Alexander reached for my hand, his grip firm and grounding.
My heart pounded in my chest. This was it—it was really happening.
Everything I had been doing to prevent the events of the original timeline could come undone if we didn’t manage to win this election.
I tightened my grip on Alexander’s hand, drawing strength from his presence. We had overcome so much together. I had to stay confident. We could do this.
“The preparations for an election to name my successor will begin immediately,” the king continued. “I have chosen not to endorse any candidate. I want the people to have their choice, free from the influence of my personal wishes.”
“When
