Alfred’s POV

The sunlight filtering through the curtains nudged me awake. My eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, I was blissfully lost in the memory of last night. The passion, the closeness, the way Seraphina melted under my touch. Her cries for mercy still echoed in my mind, a sweet symphony that played over and over.

I reached out, expecting to find her warm body next to mine, but my hand fell on an empty bed. Panic surged through me. Had she ...