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~Belinda's POV
I stormed into my room, my heels hitting the marble floor so hard that the sound echoed across the walls. My chest was burning, my head buzzing with anger I could not contain.
"How dare she?" I shouted, slamming the door so hard it rattled on its hinges. "How dare that filthy wench Lisa carry my Alphas' child?"
I grabbed the nearest vase, an expensive one with golden patterns, and smashed it against the floor. The sharp crash gave me a little satisfaction, but not nearly enough. My heart still felt like it was on fire.
"She thinks she's better than me?" I yelled at the empty room. "She thinks she can crawl into their bed and get pregnant? No, no, no!"
I swept all the perfume bottles off my vanity with one arm. They shattered, spilling rich scents into the air, jasmine, rose, sandalwood, mixing into something too strong, choking me. I didn't care. I wanted the mess.
