**Megan’s POV**

Alexander’s cold order to the driver “She’s not to leave this house again” burned in my ears as we stepped out of the SUV, the mansion looming like a prison.

My tears were still wet, my hands shaking, my heart pounding with the impossible truth: I was pregnant. A doctor years ago swore my womb was too damaged to carry a baby, yet here I was, tied to Alexander forever.

His tatted arm gripped mine, his face unreadable, his silence heavy as he pulled me inside, my ...