Chapter 55

Silvia 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 an insurmountable challenge—Noah had helped me brush my teeth and wash my face ye