Megan’s POV

The door creaked open, moonlight slicing through the dark, and my heart slammed, my tears still wet from crying.

I expected Alexander, his flirty growl, his dominant hands, but it wasn’t him. Victor Zeus, Alexander’s father, stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling it, his gray hair glinting, his suit sharp like a knife.

His cold eyes locked on me, heavy, judging, making my skin crawl. My hands shook, my sweater damp, my chest heaving with the shock of my ...