Freya sank into the steaming bath prepared for her, the warmth seeping into her chilled bones. Her muscles relaxed for the first time in days, and she leaned back, allowing the rose-scented water to soothe her. A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Miss Freya?” a gentle voice called.

“Yes?” Freya replied, her voice echoing faintly in the tiled room.

A maid poked her head in, a pile of neatly folded clothes in her hands. “Alpha Raymond asked that these be brought to you. I’ve also left some slippers by the bed.”

Freya nodded her thanks, watching as the maid placed the items on a nearby stool before...