Chapter 39 Kingsley's Difference

　　Freya's POV 　　I bowed to the crowd and then inclined my head toward Kingsley. 　　"Alpha, may I leave now, please?" 　　I really didn't want to spend another minute here, and I didn't want to give Tracy any more opportunities to insult me. 　　Kingsley nodded, and I seized the chance to quickly exit the dining area, leaving the ballroom and heading out onto the deck to blow off some steam. 　　Thinking of a scene from a movie or TV show I had watched before, I playfully placed my feet on the railing and spread my arms wide, feeling the oncoming sea breeze mixed with the scent of the ocean. "I'm the king of the world!" 　　I yelled out to the ocean, feeling the boredom in my heart suddenly swept away. 　　"And who am I supposed to be? Your queen?" 　　Kingsley's muffled voice suddenly came from behind me, and I turned with difficulty to see him standing there. 　　His gaze held an unusually dark, lustful gleam that made my heart feel like it was about to burst from my chest. 　　"I..." I stammered,