CHAPTER 17
PENELOPE’S POV
I stood in silence as Sloane's gaze shifted from me back to Sterling.
My stomach tightened in an instant as her last words echoed in my head.
No.
No, she didn’t just...
A soft murmur rippled through the nearby Alphas, subtle enough to be polite, loud enough to be noticed.
Glances shifted, conversations paused and attention sharpened. On me, on Sterling. On us.
Heat crept up my neck, but I forced my expression to remain composed. Because that was who I was, Penelope Robinson. Summit secretary, neutral ground. Untouchable.
I let out a light laugh, just enough to cut through the tension without drawing more of it.
“Oh, please,” I said, shaking my head slightly as if amused. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
A few of them chuckled politely.
I ste
