Chapter Fifteen
Zane’s POV
The double-glazed, soundproofed glass of the board room gave a panoramic view of the skyline, but the sprawling city below was just a chessboard to me.
At fifty-six stories high, the glass-and-steel monolith of the Z Consortium stood as a monument to what sheer, uncompromising power could build. To the human world, I was Zane Creed: an enigmatic, reclusive billionaire mogul whose venture capital firm quietly owned controlling stakes in shipping conglomerates, private security firms, pharmaceutical giants, and commercial real estate across two continents. They thought I was just an absurdly wealthy executive with a penchant for sharp suits and total privacy.
They had no idea that the man sitting at the head of the table was a rogue Alpha whose true dominion wa
