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Chapter 21: Aftermath

Alexander’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes on Megan, her body curled under the sheets, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. The morning light slipped through the curtains, hitting her face, soft and quiet in sleep. Her red dress, torn to hell from last night, lay crumpled on the floor, a reminder of how I fucked her against the door, raw, angry, desperate. Her moans, her nails in my hair, her body giving in, still burned in my head. My chest tightened, a mix of want and guilt twisting my gut. She was mine, but I’d hurt her, again, and her word“This doesn’t mean I forgive you” cut deeper than I’d admit.I reached out, my fingers brushing her hair, soft, careful, like she might break. She looked peaceful, her chest rising slow, her lips parted. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, make her mine again, but my father’s voice echoed, cold as ice: “Produce an heir, Alexander. Soon. Or the Zeus empire falls to someone else.” His warning from last week, delivered over whiskey

Chapter 22: Hiding From The Alpha Lord

Megan’s POVI slipped out of the bedroom, my bare feet quiet on the cold mansion floor, my heart still pounding from screaming at Alexander“You’re worse than Richard!”* The words tasted like poison, my throat raw, my eyes burning from tears. His face, shocked, angry, but hurt, stuck in my head, but I couldn’t face him, not after last night’s sex, his hands on me, his flirty growls claiming me. My torn dress was gone, replaced with a loose sweater and leggings, but my skin still felt his marks, bites, bruises, his grip. I hated how my body wanted him, even now, my heart is a mess of anger and need. I needed space, needed to breathe, so I avoided him, dodging every corner where he might be.The mansion was too big, too quiet, the morning light dimmed through the windows. I moved fast, my hair messy, my hands shaking, aiming for the bathroom down the hall. Alexander’s voice, kept echoing, mixing with his cold “Love ain’t part of the deal.”My chest tightened, tears threatening, but

Chapter 23: The Pregnancy Scare

Megan’s POVTwo weeks had passed since I broke down because of Alexander. I’d been dodging him, keeping my distance, my heart raw from his flirty dominance, his promises, his control. The mansion felt like a cage, his hazel eyes always watching, waiting for me to give in.Breakfast this morning was tense, just us at the long dining table, his tatted arms flexing as he cut his steak, his voice low, flirty, trying to pull me in.“You look good today, baby,” he said, his lips curling, but I just stared at my plate, my stomach churning, not from his words but something else.I pushed my eggs around, my fork shaking, a wave of nausea hitting me hard. My face went hot, my mouth watering, and I dropped the fork, the clatter loud in the quiet room. Alexander’s eyes snapped to me, his brow furrowing. “Megan, you okay?” he asked, his voice sharp, not flirty now, his hand reaching across the table.“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice weak, standing fast, my chair scraping the floor. My stomach twis

Chapter 24: The Doctor Visit

Alexander’s POVMegan’s tears soaked her cheeks, her hands trembling as she glared at the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, the result window blurry, unclear. My heart pounded, my tatted arms tense, my jaw clenched as I stood over her, my wife, breaking apart. I wanted to hold her, tell her I cared, but her fear, her anger, kept me stuck, my father’s voice screaming in my head: “Produce an heir, Alexander. Soon.”“Megan,” I said, my voice low, flirty but rough, stepping closer, my hand reaching for her shoulder. “That test ain’t enough. We need a doctor to know for sure.” My eyes flicked to the stick, my gut twisting, the idea of a kid, our kid, made my chest tight, my need for her mixing with duty.She jerked away, her voice sharp, tears streaming. “You don’t get to decide that, Alexander!” she yelled, her chest heaving in her loose sweater, her curves still pulling at me. “You forced me to piss on that stick, watched me like I’m your prisoner!” Her hands shook, shoving the

Chapter 25: Confined

**Megan’s POV**Alexander’s cold order to the driver “She’s not to leave this house again” burned in my ears as we stepped out of the SUV, the mansion looming like a prison. My tears were still wet, my hands shaking, my heart pounding with the impossible truth: I was pregnant. A doctor years ago swore my womb was too damaged to carry a baby, yet here I was, tied to Alexander forever. His tatted arm gripped mine, his face unreadable, his silence heavy as he pulled me inside, my sweater loose, my chest heaving, my stomach twisting with shock and fear.“You can’t lock me up,” I whispered, my voice raw, yanking my arm free, my tears falling as we hit the foyer. “I’m not your damn captive, Alexander.”My hands clenched, my heart racing, the word *pregnant* choking me, my mind stuck on that old doctor’s words He turned, his hazel eyes hard, flirty but cold, grabbing my shoulders, his grip firm, dominant. “You’re my wife, Megan,” he growled, his voice sharp. “You’re carrying my kid. You

Chapter 26: The Patriarch’s Warning

Megan’s POVThe 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 pregnancy, a baby I was told I could never have, not after a doctor years ago said my womb was too damaged.“You’re carrying my son’s child,” Victor said, his voice low, sharp, no kindness, his eyes raking me like I was trash. “Don’t think this makes you one of us, Megan.” He stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking, his face hard, his presence choking me like the locked door behind me.I stood, my legs shaky, my fists clenched, tears burning my eyes. “I didn’t ask for this,” I snapped, my voice raw, my che

Chapter 27: Unraveled Truths

**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 was old, faded, addressed to *“My Son.”* My eyes scanned the words, my heart stopping as I read.“Alexander, your wife has failed us. No heir, no legacy. Divorce her. The Zeus name needs a son, not excuses. Find a woman who can deliver.” It was signed, Victor Zeus, dated years ago, the paper creased like it had been folded tight, carried for ages. My stomach twisted,it must’ve fallen from Victor’s pocket when he was here, threatening me about a male heir. Alexander had a wife before me, divorced because she coul

Chapter 28: Dinner with Shadows

Megan’s POVLila’s words hit like a punch, Alexander wants me downstairs for dinner. My heart raced, my hands shaking, my tears still wet from reading Victor’s old letter, hidden under my pillow, telling Alexander to divorce his ex-wife for not giving him an heir. I was pregnant, something I thought was impossible after a doctor said my womb was no good, but the fear of having a girl and getting tossed out like her choked me. I had to play along, act normal, or they’d know I knew their secret.“I’m coming,” I said through the door, my voice shaky, wiping my tears fast. My chest was tight, my hands trembling as I stood, my sweater loose, my legs weak. Facing Alexander, his flirty dominance, his rough hands, with that note’s truth in my head was terrifying.“You sure, ma’am?” Lila asked, her voice nervous, like she was spying for him. “Mr. Alexander hates waiting.”“I said I’m coming,” I snapped, my voice raw, my heart pounding. I forced myself to breathe, to hide the panic about the n

Chapter 29: Chains in Velvet

Megan’s POV“You gotta look good, ma’am,” Lila said, her voice shaky, laying a black dress on the desk in the small office room Alexander gave me to get ready. My hands trembled, my heart pounding as I stared at the mirror, my old blouse loose, my eyes red from crying. His demand last night to work here hit me hard, and the note I found, Victor’s letter about divorcing his ex-wife for no heir made my stomach twist with fear of having a girl instead of a boy.“This place is a trap,” I said, my voice low, touching the dress, its fabric sleek, too fancy. “I’m just his toy, Lila. He’s gonna parade me around like I’m nothing.” My chest tightened, my fear of failing Alexander, or failing Victor.“Mr. Alexander chose it himself,” Lila said, her eyes darting away, her hands fidgeting. “He wants you looking like his wife, ma’am. You gotta wear it.” Her voice was nervous, like she feared him, making my heart race faster.“Why does he care so much?” I snapped, my voice raw, my hands shaking as

Chapter 30: Heat in the Office

**Megan’s POV**“Lock the door behind you,” Alexander said, his voice low, flirty, his hazel eyes locked on me as I stepped into his office, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. The glass walls were frosted, the city view dim, the room a mix of luxury and control, like a cage with velvet walls. My black dress hugged my curves, my small bump showing, my heels clicking on the polished floor, my chest tight after the board meeting where he flaunted me as his pregnant wife.I turned, my hands shaky, locking the door with a click, my heart racing. “What do you want, Alexander?” I asked, my voice raw, my body trembling as I faced him, his dark suit crisp, his tatted arm flexing, his smirk flirty, dominant, making my skin tingle.“Come closer,” he said, his voice smooth, flirty, leaning back in his leather chair, his eyes raking over me, making me feel small. “You look good, Megan.” His hand patted his desk, his tone sharp, commanding, my fear mixing with that pull, my legs moving befor

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