The question made Niklaus's brow furrow. He truly didn't want to divorce Freya. She was his fated mate, and she'd been an exemplary Luna these past three years. Even though their contract had expired, only he could decide when this relationship would end.
He let out a scornful laugh. "You're overthinking things. The Whitecrown Pack is currently negotiating a major project, and as you should know, an Alpha with a stable mate bond and harmonious family life is seen as more reliable for partnerships." His voice turned cold. "If I were to reject my fated mate at this time, I'd need to waste valuable resources maintaining my public image and securing deals. I don't want that headache."
Flex growled in displeasure within Niklaus's mind. "You i***t, that answer makes even my fur stand on
