The next morning, when Ewan woke up, it was already quite late, and the Alpha had gone out, heavens knew where to do what. Ewan could only support his waist, shuffling sluggishly down to the kitchen. He had clearly told the other person to be gentle last night, and they had only done it twice, yet this morning his waist still ached terribly.
There was plain porridge ready in the kitchen, evidently cooked beforehand by Asher Ryder. Ewan was quite used to this by now; he slowly ate a bowl of porridge, finally feeling a bit better. After cleaning up, Ewan made his way to the back of the house.
