Alpha Ryder’s POV
The morning sun steamed up my face, making me frown and as I woke up, squinting my eyes as I opened my eyes to meet it. I groaned a little, darting my eyes around the room with my elbow as a wedge.
I soon fell back on the bed, my head hurting. The aftermath of my actions last night. I got carried away again. I sighed and my door opened. Prince Alfred did not hide his disapproving face.
I knew he was going to give me a huge sermon this morning, and he did not mind one bit whether I felt irritated about it or not. He was like an old man in a young man’s body.
“Decided to wake up, huh?” he said.
“You are lucky,” he added. “I planned to pour this on you”. He waved the glass he held, which finally brought my attention to it
“Seriously?” I said, my voice hoarse.
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