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Thirty

*Freya*

I pulled away from Rafe abruptly as the door swung open, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Rafe's uncle stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he took in the scene before him.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and disapproval. He glared at me.

My mind raced for an excuse, anything to explain why I had just been kissing the alpha king in his office. "I...I was just here to ask Rafe some questions. About the competition," I stammered out lamely.

Rafe let out a low chuckle beside me and I shot him an irritated glare. He was clearly enjoying my discomfort far too much.

Rafael frowned, unconvinced. "I see. Well, perhaps it's best if you direct any further questions to the competition committee from now on," he said coolly. "To avoid any...inappropriate appearances."

My face flushed even hotter at the implication in his words. I nodded quickly. "Of course. It won't happen again."

As Rafael left,