Alexander’s POV

Megan’s tears soaked her cheeks, her hands trembling as she glared at the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, the result window blurry, unclear.

My heart pounded, my tatted arms tense, my jaw clenched as I stood over her, my wife, breaking apart.

I wanted to hold her, tell her I cared, but her fear, her anger, kept me stuck, my father’s voice screaming in my head: “Produce an heir, Alexander. Soon.”

“Megan,” I said, my voice low, flirty but rough, ...