Third Person's POV.
Wanda sat in the comfort of her lavish bedroom in Oatrun Castle, a plate of neatly sliced apples resting on the table before her.
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the intricate gold embroidery on her silk robe as she picked up another slice, biting into it with deliberate ease.
Just as she was savouring the crisp sweetness, the servant she had sent for entered, bowing deeply.
"Miss Fellowes," the servant greeted respectfully.
Wanda chewed slowly, her lips curving slightly in amusement as she uncrossed her legs. "Lift your head."
The servant obeyed immediately, eyes trained on the ground.
Wanda wasted no time. "Did the Alpha and his new wife spend the night together?" she inquired in a deliberate, carefree tone.
A flicker of hesitation crossed the servant's face before she answered. "No, Miss. The Alpha spent the night alone in his private quarters."
