Meadow’s POV:

A gasp tore from my throat—not out of fear, but shock. That was something neither of us expected to happen as Alaric walked me through the doors of his office.

But I wasn’t scared. Not at all. That was a hard punch, but Alaric’s head only jerked to the side because he was caught off guard.

“I quit, motherfucker!” Tyler yelled angrily, swinging his arm back again for another punch. “You don’t fucking own me!”

“Tyler, no—” I started, trying to warn him ...