43: The Servant, The Alpha, And The Redhead

LISA’S POV

The room was filled with the gentle aroma of chamomile tea, enveloping me like a warm hug. I was on the verge of savoring a sip of the tea, its steam twirling in the air, when the door creaked open.

Silas, a figure of quiet strength, walked in. His eyes, a stormy sea of emotions, widened when he saw me standing there. His gaze moved briefly between Scarlett and me. He hurried to my side in a matter of seconds. His voice, laced with concern, broke the silence, “How are you feeling now that you’re awake?”

I responded, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m fine,” even though I still felt a bit weak.

Silas, his gentleness contradict his rugged exterior, took the teacup from my hand. He set it aside, the ceramic surface clinking against the wooden table, and guided me back to the bed, his hand firm on my arm.

“You need to rest,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But I–” I want to protest, but Silas cut me off, “It’s Alpha Asher’s instruction.”

I nodded, my head f