Chapter 82 The Mating Ceremony

　　Freya's POV 　　Still, an overwhelming pang of loss gripped my heart when I recalled the fact that I was infertile. I turned to Kingsley, saying, "Kingsley." 　　"What?" Kingsley responded, meeting my gaze. 　　I peered into his clear eyes, suddenly uncertain about speaking. "Are you certain you want to choose me as the Luna of the pack? Perhaps, as they say, being infertile disqualifies me from being the Luna. Choosing me might cost you everything, including your wolves and your position." 　　I hesitated before continuing. I confess I wanted to be selfish and have him, my love, my mate. Yet, at times, I was conflicted— was love truly worth risking everything for? What if safeguarding our love would lead to the inevitable downfall of the entire pack? 　　Kingsley remained silent for a moment, then gently took my hand, looked me in the eyes, and earnestly said, "Freya, what do I need to say for you to understand? I didn't choose you as my mate because I wanted children. I chose you because I l