The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1168

Dawn broke with the sun's gentle rays sneaking through the curtains, casting a soft, serene glow upon the faces of the slumbering couple sprawled on the floor.

In the tranquility of the room, the light added a touch of homely peace to their sleeping forms.

Hertha woke cocooned in Alaric's embrace, the sunlight teasing her closed eyelids until it robbed her of her drowsiness.

She slowly opened her eyes to a canvas of skin radiating warmth and a distinctly masculine scent.

Her mind buzzed to life, vividly replaying the previous night's passionate entanglement with Alaric. Her cheeks were flushed with the memory.

With clarity came the realization that her face was nuzzled against Alaric's chest, and his steady heartbeat was now drumming in her ears—strong and vibrant.

Good Lord, this was no dream; she had actually slept with Alaric!

She had been with the man who had captured her heart at first sight, with whom she had fallen madly, irresistibly in love.

It was like hitting the jackpot!

Hertha was a mix of excitement and fear.

Her heart thrummed, pounding against her ribcage as she lifted her head. Alaric's arm draped over her, falling aside limply.

Propping herself up on her hands against the cashmere carpet, she turned to behold Alaric. He was closing his eyes and deep in slumber, showing no sign of waking.

His hair was in a punk style that framed his rebelliously handsome face —a face that made Hertha's heart skip a beat.

She looked at his high nose bridge and his alluring lips; his features and contour seemed to have been crafted to perfection, which fit Hertha’s taste.