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~Lira's POV
I slammed my pen down on the desk, the sharp clack echoing in the office. My fingers drummed against the polished wood, not that it helped. Nothing helped. I was so pissed off I could practically feel the smoke rising from my head. My parents couldn't even do the one thing I wanted, the one tiny thing I asked of them, and that was to push me into marrying Alpha Darlon. Instead, they let some random little nobody Elara swoop in and steal what should have been mine.
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and stared at the ceiling like the answer would magically appear if I concentrated hard enough. The clock on the wall ticked more slowly than usual, mocking me with each second. My stomach growled, but it wasn't hunger that made it feel heavy; it was rage.
The office door clicked, and a rider stepped inside, balancing a small package in his hands. I glared at him without lifting my eyes.
