Chapter 83: The Dawn of a New Game

The air grew thick with electricity.

Alessandro didn't just stop at the doorway.

He advanced slowly behind me, and before I could even register what he was doing, he placed a broad, possessive hand over my rounded belly, the other sliding to my hip, pulling me slightly back against his chest.

— Ezran, he said, his voice calm but razor-sharp.

I felt my breath hitch.

This was a power play.

A silent warning.

Ezran straightened slightly, his gaze lingering on Alessandro's hand resting over my stomach.

Over his baby.

I saw the subtle clench of his jaw.

— I want to speak to her alone.

His voice was steady but tense.

Alessandro let out a low chuckle, his thumb slowly stroking my hip before trailing down my arm, his hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers with deliberate slowness.

— You're in my house, Ezran. He emphasized each word, his voice slow, menacing. And here, I make the rules.