Alexander’s POV
The sun had set by the time I returned to the estate, and the gravel crunching beneath the tires of the SUV wasn’t the only sound that greeted me. There was a hum in the air, a vibration that only a predator could feel.
Power. Ancient, heavy, and suffocating.
I wasn’t alone.
I stepped out of the car, adjusting my cuffs. My suit felt like armor again, the domestic peace of the morning replaced by the cold, hard reality of my position. I didn’t go to the main house to greet Lilian. I couldn’t. Not with the company I had brought.
I walked toward the West Wing, the oldest part of the DeLuca estate, where the stone walls were thick enough to dampen the aura of the monsters waiting inside, and pushed the heavy oak doors open and entered my private study.
Two men were waitin
