The quiet stillness of the room had settled into something peaceful. Even the flames of the hearth had softened to a soft, golden glow. Heiko remained by the window for some time, unmoving, listening to the subtle sounds of night creeping in around them.
Then, he heard it.
River’s breathing—deep, calm, and steady. Sleep had claimed her.
He turned away from the glass pane, his gaze falling to the bed.
There she was, curled up like a delicate whisper among the sheets, her blonde hair spilled across the pillow, lashes resting gently against her cheeks. For someone who had walked into his life under the title of omega, she looked more regal and composed in her sleep than most high-born noblewomen he’d ever encountered.
Something stirred in his chest. It was uncomfortable. Foreign. Somethi
