CHAPTER 19
PENELOPE’S POV
Control.
It had always been about control. Not power in the obvious sense, no.
Power was loud, aggressive, easy to spot. Control, on the other hand, was quiet. Invisible. It was the ability to guide outcomes without anyone realizing they were being guided.
And for years, I had somehow perfected it.
The summit ran because I ensured it did. Every Alpha here, no matter how powerful, relied on structure and on order.
On someone behind the scenes ensuring that nothing collapsed under the weight of their egos. That someone was me. Or at least it had been.
My fingers rested lightly on the edge of the desk in my quarters, the neatly arranged stack of documents before me reflecting the precision I prided myself on.
Schedules, reports, allocations. Every detail acc
