The first thing Sofia noticed was the harsh white light above her.
It burned into her eyes, forcing a soft groan from her throat as she blinked slowly. Her vision swam as the world came into focus bit by bit, until the room finally stopped spinning.
"Where am I?" she whispered.
She pushed herself up on the bed, her body stiff and aching. Then she felt it—the deep soreness between her thighs—and her breath caught, but before she could gather her thoughts, the door suddenly swung open.
A maid walked in.
Her eyes were cold, filled with disgust as she shut the door behind her and stepped closer.
"I see you're awake," she sneered, staring at Sofia like she was something filthy.
Sofia opened her mouth to speak, but the maid cut her off.
"Alpha Damien should have just let you die… I wonder why he ordered you to be taken care of.
She scoffed, shaking her head. "You don't deserve it."
