Chapter 11

Archer Sinclair's POV

The other side of my bed feels cold, but my body feels oddly warm despite the fact that I am wearing absolutely nothing from head to toe under my white blanket. My eyes travelled across the room, and nothing changed much except for the scent that was not mine on my sheets.

Somebody's been here aside from me, and I couldn't remember anything aside from gulping down a glass of wine last night that made me extremely dizzy.

A knock on my door interrupted my train of thought, but my body still wasn't moving.

I closed my eyes, and there, blurred images flashed into my mind, and I could also feel my whole body heating up. My mind is drawing up images of a girl here in my bed with me.

"Lord Archer," somebody called from the outside.

"Come in," I permitted.

Reagan, one of the sentinels that I supervise, entered my room. He stopped, stood just below my bed, and then faced me.

"Lord Archer, the Alpha King wishes to see you," he informed. "He's at the meeting room, and he ca