Freya's pain was too much, and it increased with every passing second as she stayed in the same room with Dante. Her heart ached and her soul burned.
She thought about telling Dante that she would rather mate with another Alpha than he, but sometimes it was a case of 'better the devil you know – and this particular devil was possibly worse than any other personality she could imagine.
Instead of responding to his rudeness, she got herself comfy on the seat, stretching out her back as she spread the table cloth across her lap. She began to dig into the feast that was placed before her. If she was going to take more insults, it was best to do it with a full stomach.
"The ceremony must be done before the end of the next two full moons. Anything after that would require a more complex ritual," Declan answered.
"Good." Turning to Freya, "as you can see, nothing is on our side. What do you think? Which date should we set?"