Chapter 11

Sighing I leaned against the kitchen door. That was only possible in my dreams. I ate what was left of the food and then did the dishes. Around half past eleven I was finally done and made my way to my room.I was dead tired from doing chores all day and wanted nothing more but have Ryder's arms wrapped around me. Yawning, I pulled on my pajamas and got under the covers. But I didn't fall asleep until Ryder crawled under the covers with me and took me in his arms. I was singing a song that I heard a pack member sing and that has been stuck in me head for days softly as I flipped the pancake, so I didn't hear the kitchen door open behind me. "Need help?" "I'm not even going to try and argue with you anymore, Harry. So yes you can help me." "I'm not Harry." I yelped and turned around almost dropping the pan in progress. No that voice definitely didn't belong Harry. "Alpha Lorcan." He just kept on surprising me.