Alaric’s POV: The Proposition for a Contract

Alaric

My head felt like it had been used as a punching bag by a heavyweight champion. Every throb was a rhythmic hammer blow against the inside of my skull. I groaned, attempting to roll over and bury my face in the pillow to escape the blinding sunlight piercing through my floor-to-ceiling windows. The movement was a mistake. My stomach lurched, and the entire room tilted like a ship in a storm