Kendrick Walker had built his life on discipline. From the moment he was old enough to understand what it meant to carry the Walker name, control had been expected of him. Control over emotions. Control over instincts. Control over every decision that could affect the empire his family had built.
It was how powerful alphas survived in elite circles. They never acted impulsively. They never let instinct rule them. They never allowed personal feelings to interfere with strategy. Control was power. Control was survival. And losing control was unacceptable.
And yet… Three days after that encounter under the streetlight, Kendrick was discovering just how fragile that control could be. He sat at the long conference table inside Walker Corporation's executive boardroom.
