The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1416

Alaric’s ragged breath fanned across Hertha’s face, his long lashes brushing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine like a current of electricity. His alluring face was inches away, his lips pressed fervently against hers.

It was the tremble, the heart–racing, the thrill she had dreamed of countless times, where she and Alaric were locked in a passionate embrace, just like this.

Hertha felt as if her toes were curling.

For three years, she had daydreamed and nightdreamed about this man.

Hertha was no innocent like Thalassa. When she missed a man, she entertained vivid dreams of rolling in the hay with him, kissing him endlessly, sleeping with him through countless imagined encounters.

Now, her dreams were coming to life. She could feel Alaric’s potent masculine presence enveloping her, his kiss intense with an undercurrent of spite and anger.

spite and anger.

pushed him away, her wide, watery eyes filled with indignation as

tool, just as Thalassa had been treated by Lysander, especially being used by

and beneath the anger, there was an undeniable longing that had surged unbidden when he kissed her. It was the same desire that had roared within him

saw you as a pawn.” Alaric’s voice was hoarse,

for three long years. He had wanted to find Hertha, to explain to her that he didn’t want to be with Georgia. He just wanted to

haunted him. He had chased after her, only to see her with Spencer, looking so happy and

only showed their softest side to the man they truly cherished. Seeing Hertha’s

his life, no longer appearing before him and never reaching

that he was honor–bound to make it right since he

mistake, he might as well live