Chapter 55. Silvia’s Return

Silvia POV

The alarm blared like a hammer against my skull.

I groaned and rolled over, the movement sending a dull ache through my bandaged arms.

“Siri, turn off the damn alarm,” I mumbled, my voice raspy from sleep.

The ringing stopped, but the soreness in my muscles remained.

I blinked up at the ceiling as the rich aroma of coffee wafted in from the kitchen.

Alpha Sherman had bought a top-of-the-line espresso machine, and now every morning the house filled with the intoxicating scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Normally, I’d savor it, but today the smell was a cruel reminder of all the things I couldn’t do with my injured hands.

My practical report for Professor Anthony still loomed over me, and Katy hadn’t responded to any of my messages.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I bit back a hiss as pain shot through my arms.

The bandages felt like a prison, trapping me inside my own skin.

Even showering seemed like a