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~Belinda's POV
"I need to be in the palace," I said to my father, my arms crossed tightly against my chest.
He turned to me slowly, his eyes tired but stern. "Belinda, what do you want now? You've stirred enough trouble already."
"No, Father. Listen to me," I insisted. "I need to go back. Lisa is there, and I can't leave my mates around that human girl. I know what I'm doing. I need to protect what's mine."
He sighed heavily and walked away, waving me off. "Do whatever you want. Just don't get us humiliated again."
I didn't even wait for another word. I ran to my room, already yelling at my maids.
"Get in here! All of you!"
Three girls rushed into my room, their heads bowed low. "Yes, my lady?"
I didn't waste a second. "I'm going back to the palace," I said sharply, already walking toward my mirror. "And I need to look perfect. Not good, perfect. Gorgeous. Like the Luna that I am. Start bringing out the best gowns. Now."
