Meadow’s POV:

I was equal parts terrified and excited about the fact that I was about to be spanked by Alaric. No, not spanked.

Whipped. With his expensive leather belt.

The pulse in my neck quickened as I slowly turned around and bent over the desk, pressing my cheek against the cold, hard wood.

The tension in the room thickened, and I shut my eyes, waiting for Alaric to say something. Anything.

There was no way he was happy about me doing this all because I wanted to save Tyler. Like ...