Silvia
I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind refusing to process the scene before me.
The living room—once filled with laughter and warmth —had transformed into something out of a nightmare.
Matteo, the man Sherman had secretly assigned to protect me, sat on the floor with his hands bound behind his back.
Blood trickled from his split lip and swollen eye.
The scent of his fear and pain filled the room.
"What the f**k are you doing?" I managed, keeping my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart.
"Did you know your husband has spies watching your every move?" Alpha Enzo asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.
The scent of pine and dark chocolate emanated from him—an Alpha's scent, powerful and domineering.
I lifted my chin. "I'm well
