Sable's POV
I sat on the wooden stool in the servants' laundry room, folding towels slower than usual. The air smelled like soap and warm cotton, and the only sound was the soft thump of fabric against fabric. My fingers moved on their own while my mind kept turning the same thought over and over.
The rumor was everywhere this morning.
A she-wolf leaving Alpha Dawn's study late at night. Hair messy. Dress wrinkled. Smiling like she'd won something.
Everyone knew who the Alpha's mate was. Everyone knew who he marked. So the maids whispered, the kitchen girls giggled behind their hands, and even the gardeners looked away when I passed. They all thought the same thing: poor little Bambi, too soft, too plain, not enough to keep an Alpha like Dawn happy.
