**Megan’s POV**

My hands shook as I reached for the note on the floor, its edges sharp in the moonlight, my heart pounding from Victor’s cold words

“Pray it’s a male child.”I was still trapped in this room, my sweater damp from tears, my chest tight with the shock of being pregnant when a doctor years ago swore my womb was too scarred to carry a baby.

I unfolded the paper, my breath catching, expecting a threat from Victor or Alexander’s flirty dominance, but the handwriting ...