"Don’t pretend he’s not interested in you," Niklaus growled. "Even if he is, he’ll never choose you. In every pack territory, no wolf would dare touch what belongs to me."
His Alpha dominance rolled through the room like a heavy pressure.
Freya felt her wolf, Vicki, bristle in anger. Freya turned to face him, her eyes sharp and burning.
"If you think that excuse hurts your reputation, fine. We can use another one," she shot back.
"How about this—‘My wife feels sick just looking at you.’ No physical attraction at all. That should do wonders for our marriage."
"Freya…" Niklaus snarled.
Her name was forced through clenched teeth, his eyes dark with a rage sharp enough to rip a human apart.
Worried he might lose control again, Freya softened her voice, though frustration
