#Chapter 225: Alpha’s Home

Olivia The sterile smell of the hospital room was starting to get to me, its sharpness biting at the back of my throat. Nathan stood by the door, speaking in hushed tones to a nurse, while I tried to shift myself up into a sitting position, groaning in pain. My body ached in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe, and every movement was a painful reminder of how my wolf remained dormant. Without her healing powers, I was as vulnerable as any human. Nathan’s gaze shot to me, eyes full of concern, but I waved him off. “I'm fine,” I muttered, not meeting his gaze. The door clicked softly as Nathan stepped in, his face etched with worry. “Here,” he said, reaching into a bag that Angela had left earlier when she came to visit. “Fresh clothes. Let’s get you dressed.” “I can do it myself,” I said quietly, determined not to be a burden. But when I tried to get up, the room began spinning slightly. I wavered, then felt a warm hand on my back, steadying me.