Gregory's POV

"Are you certain you're not making all these up?" I asked, eyes narrowed at the old sorceress who sat cross-legged on the woven mat like she was about to spill bedtime tales instead of death sentences.

"You’re saying my mate is mated to someone else? Do you know how insane that sounds?"

The sorceress snapped her head in my direction, her eyes glowing like fireflies caught in twilight.

She stood up slowly, robes rustling, she smelled of herbs and the closer she came to me, the more the urge to vomit became stronger.

"I don’t need to sit here and take insults from a reckless Alpha who can’t...