Christian's POV
Walking into the Knight Industries boardroom felt like entering a battlefield where only half the combatants could see the real war.
The mahogany table stretched before me, surrounded by human executives in expensive suits who had no idea they were sitting in a room full of predators. Johnson from Meridian Corp. was already flipping through his quarterly reports, while Williams from Apex Industries checked his phone for the third time in five minutes.
Dad commanded the room from his position at the head of the table, his steel-gray eyes surveying everyone with the kind of authority that made even humans unconsciously straighten their shoulders. Twenty-five years as Alpha had taught him how to dominate any space he entered.
"Gentlemen," Dad's voice carried that
