Recovery.

Anastasia's POV.

I glared at the trio. If they were going to cause trouble with me again, I was simply ready to bolt. I could easily turn back to where I was coming from.

“You better stop seeing the Alpha to gain favours!” The redhead said in a grave tone.

I eyed her with disdain, “I’m not seeing the Alpha!” I said in a low growl but they are all but scared.

Our eyes locked in a glaring combat. The tension in the air was rising. I caught the redhead’s hand fisting while the fat one was dipping her hand into her apron.

Just then, several maids walked through the corridor that we were in. It seemed they were going to a singular place as they just kept coming through.

I used this chance and walked among the other maids. The medium sized one grabbed my fist, glaring down at me. “Don't think you're free in this castle. You better watch your back.” She said threateningly before throwing my hand.

I said nothing as I returned to the infirmary.

A pungent spicy smell greeted me as soon as I ste