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Imani's POV

I hate him.

I hate him a lot.

"Ugh! I hate him already!" I screamed once more, for what felt like the hundredth time today.

If I were to receive a free wolf for every time I cursed that certain grumpy ingrate, my pack would undoubtedly be the most powerful in the land.

"Imani, you should get a hold of yourself. Take your mind off him; he might not even remember you a few days from now," Greta said soothingly as she moved to my side and handed me a concoction. Yes, I had fallen on my way back from wherever I had been wandering in my angry thoughts.

Greta was a very close friend of mine, practically a sister. We were seated in the throne room—well, I wouldn't exactly call it a throne room, but it was the place where I was ordained as the Alpha's successor, so it felt like one.

"I just hate the fact that the Moon Goddess decided to be unfair to me this time. Seriously?" I strained my head upward, as though I could see the celestial deity from where I sat. "Why him?"

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