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Scrunching the piece of paper in my hand, I turn away from my ‚wall of obsession‘ as my brother likes to call it. It‘s more like a timeline of what that little breeder has been up to. Press conference, date in the city. I scoff. What man in his right mind takes a girl to a museum? Well, but I never thought that royal id**t was particularly gifted. Dumb bastards, the lot of them.
And then the Alpha ceremony, where they were slow dancing. At least I was your first, Maevie. No one can take that from me. I smirk, lifting the bottle to my lips again.
Zeroing in on one of the pictures, my hand juts out, and I rip it off the wall. They cleaned the little rat up before letting her step in front of the press. Good. She looked downright disgusting before. Grunting, I tear off the half of
