Chapter 75 - Morning After, Mother's Ire Rekindled

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the bedchamber. I drifted slowly into consciousness, aware of unusual warmth surrounding me. Strong arms held me securely against a firm chest. Alaric's chest.

My eyes fluttered open to find him already awake, watching me with an intensity that made my heart skip. His hair was delightfully mussed, his expression softer than I'd ever seen it.

"Good morning," I whispered, suddenly shy despite our intimacy the night before.

His lips curved into a smile. "Good morning, wife."

The word "wife" held new meaning now. We were truly married in every sense.

"How long have you been watching me sleep?" I asked, nestling closer.

"Not long enough," he replied, his fingers trailing lazily along my spine. "You look peaceful when you sleep. No worries, no mask, just you."

I felt my face warm at his words. "That's because I feel safe with you."

Alaric's arms tightened around me. "You are safe. Always."