The Alpha’s Prize
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He brushes past me, despite my protest. Opening the door, he reveals a panicked looking Edgar, who tucks himself into the clothes.
Kaan braces his forearm against the doorframe. "Well. What do we have here?"
"Your majesty..." Edgar starts.
"Who are you?" Kaan cuts him off. I stand back a little, alarmed. Kaan is remarkably calm right now, although the tension in his muscles suggests he’s holding himself back.
"My name is Edgar, Sir."
"You work here?"
He nods. "As a gardener."
"Great. You're fired." Kaan steps back from the closet, causing Edgar to scramble out. His cheeks are flushed red, and he looks on the verge of fainting.