**Alexander’s POV**

“Pass the wine, Megan,” I said, keeping my voice low and flirty, my hazel eyes fixed on her across the long dining table.

The chandelier’s light bounced off her black dress, her small baby bump barely showing. Victor and three elite guests, rich, smug types in tailored suits ,filled the room with fake laughter and clinking glasses.

My hand rested on the velvet box in my pocket, the diamond choker inside waiting to mark her as mine, and my chest tightened with ...