The Alpha Vs. The Father

Leo’s heart nearly stopped as his eyes locked onto the man standing before him.

Mr. Richard. Ivy’s father.

The older man’s sharp, calculating gaze flickered between Leo and Ivy, narrowing slightly before sweeping over the room. His brows furrowed, and for a moment, he simply stood there, the weight of his presence filling the space.

Leo felt Ivy tense beside him. She hadn't expected this. None of them had. Richard wasn’t supposed to return for another month, yet here he was, standing at the threshold of his own room—where his daughter and her fiancé were currently residing.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Richard’s voice cut through it like a blade.

“What,” he said slowly, enunciating every syllable, “are you two doing in my bedroom?”

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Ivy’s mouth opened, then closed. Her mind scrambled for an explanation, but the awkwardness weighed down on her like a lead blanket.