The Lagos sun was setting when the black SUV pulled up outside Claire’s apartment building. She had known he would come. The legal papers had made that clear. But nothing prepared her for the sight of Xander stepping out of the vehicle — taller, sharper, and radiating a cold, commanding presence that made the air feel heavier.
He looked every bit the ruthless CEO and Alpha the world now feared. Tailored black shirt, dark trousers, and an expression carved from ice. But his emerald eyes — the same eyes their son had inherited — burned with a storm of fury, pain, and desperate love when they locked onto her.
Claire stood in the doorway, heart hammering. Alex Jr. was inside with Adaora, playing quietly. She had asked her cousin to keep him occupied. This confrontation was not for their son
