HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 133

Alaric’s POV:

This wasn’t how I wanted Tyler to find out that I was married to Meadow–the woman he mistreated.

But fucking hell, this was way better than I thought it would be.

Perfect.

The expression on Cross’s face as he froze, his hand in the air—the same hand that was about to hit my wife, the way his jaw dropped open… it was all worth it. Every single thing we had been doing up to this moment. Fucking worth it.

“Sir…” he breathed, brows pulling together in confusion. “This is-”

“My wife. And like I just said–if you so much as lay a finger on her, I’ll do a whole lot more than just caressing your little finger with an empty bottle of bourbon.” Just for impact, I let my gaze drop to the bandage wrapped around his pinkie finger–the one I nearly broke the other day.

Tyler swallowed, a look of bewilderment on his face as he retracted his hand. If he was bewildered by just this, then he had no fucking idea what was coming.

He put his hands on her.

“I don’t… I don’t understand what’s going on here,” he stuttered.

My gaze shifted to Meadow who looked ethereal in a sundress and heels, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. It had been a while since I saw her all dressed up like this. It was almost as if she was regaining her lost confidence.

Her eyes met mine, filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher for a moment–although, hope flashed in them for a second as she swallowed.

“Come here, baby,” I murmured, reaching a hand out to her. Tyler’s eyes widened more and more with every second that passed by.

Like he was trying to put the pieces together.

Or like he was only realizing just how fucked he was. I was going to end it all today. Going to give that fucker every single thing he deserved.

Meadow didn’t hesitate. She stepped toward me, her movements were steady, but her breaths were shaky. I had no idea why she came all the way here to see me, but for now, I was fine with not knowing.

“Are you feeling okay?” I muttered so only she could hear. Meadow wrapped her fingers around mine, swallowing again before she nodded. “Yeah.” A shiver shot down my spine at the feel of her warm fingers.

I fucking missed it. I wasn’t sure I could’ve survived another day without her touch.

“Did he hurt you?”

She smiled then–nothing too wide. Just a slight curve of her lips. “Almost. But I held my own.” Her gaze dropped to my mouth. “Told you I could handle myself.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Never doubted you for a second. I’m proud of you, doe.”

Meadow’s eyes lit up then, and she shoved out a breath before reaching for the back of my head and pulling my face down to hers.

However, my lips only grazed hers before the fucker’s voice cut through our little bubble.

“Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on here or I’ll-”

“You will what, Cross?” I asked, turning to face him, but not before placing a kiss on Meadow’s forehead. Slowly, I stepped toward him. His fists were balled up at his sides, his face all red with anger and confusion. “If you’re planning on threatening me, I’m going to promise you right now that that will not bode well for you. Ever.”

I took another step forward and he took one back, his eyes darting between me and Meadow–who was now behind me. “What the fuck…”

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