After two rejections, Morava was terrified. Depression took over and even though she usually had a healthy appetite, she ate less. The maid who would come to her was hardly interested in her health. Morava had asked her to call the healer for her.
"I am sorry, m'lady," said the maid as she bowed to her. "The healer is quite busy with the concubines of the eldest Alpha. All five of them are sick and the Alpha has ordered him to heal them."
Morava was lying on the bed. She lifted herself on her elbows and shouted at her. "What do you mean? I am the queen of the Alphas. I should be prioritized over those bloody concubines! Go tell the healer to come here first, else I will tell the Alpha that you evaded my request!"
The maid sighed. "I have already requested the Alpha in the morning, but he didn't even acknowledge my presence. His guards asked me to get out."