Niklaus stared at Freya's expressionless face, his forehead burning with rage. She was becoming more brazen by the day, daring to threaten him.
Before he could respond, she turned and walked away.
At the checkout counter, Freya bent down to unload the items from the cart onto the conveyor belt. Niklaus stood nearby with the air of an aristocrat, showing no intention of helping.
Freya didn't care, checking out groceries wasn't difficult. As she prepared to pay, she glanced at him and noticed his gaze fixed on a box of condoms on a nearby shelf.
Through their mate bond, she sensed Niklaus's sudden lift in mood.
Vicki let out a shy, weak growl in Freya's mind.
"Pervert," Freya muttered under her breath.
With his keen werewolf hearing, Niklaus caught every word.
"Perv
