Alec’s eyes shifted slowly, like a predator turning to its next prey, and landed on Melissa.
His wife.
His possession.
His control.
Melissa felt it instantly—his gaze slicing through the air like a blade, ferocious and unblinking. A chill swept through her spine, and her heart began pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. She quickly lifted her hand and wiped her mouth, hoping to erase the traces of nervousness or guilt—but in that moment, something betrayed her.
The half-eaten chocolate bun.
She hadn’t realized that in wiping her lips, she had accidentally revealed it—tucked awkwardly behind her back, now in clear view.
And Alec saw it.
His jaw clenched, a faint twitch flickering in the muscles just beneath his cheekbone. His gaze darkened into something unholy. The storm in his e
