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Twenty six

*Freya*

"I've been thinking about you for a while." I whispered to Connor as we danced across the floor, along with a couple of other ladies and gents.

"Is that so?" He raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile on his boyish handsome face. I couldn't help but smile back at him. I had missed him.

Connor spun me around the dance floor, a wide grin on his face as we moved to the pulsing beat. "You look stunning tonight," he said, eyes twinkling. "That dress is perfect on you."

I managed a smile back at him, trying to focus on our dance and conversation. But somehow, I could feel Rafe's piercing gaze boring into me from across the room. Before I could stop myself, I stole a glance in his direction.

The Alpha was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his muscular chest. His chiseled jaw was clenched tight and stormy grey eyes narrowed as they flicked between Connor and me. If looks could kill, Connor would be a pile of ashes on the floor.

I quickly averted my gaz