The cold, early morning nipped at her skin as Myra stepped into the servants hall. The tantalising scent of roasted meat and hot soup slid in from the kitchen, tickling her nose as she settled down onto a bench. She had arrived earlier today, to escape punishment and unwanted attention from other maids which was increasing as the days passed.

While she waited to resume the hard chores for the day, her mind drifted back to her conversation with Henry.

A plan to seduce the Alpha.

She wanted ...