THE MATE THE ALPHA NEVER CHOSE
My eyes widened, barely able to keep my thoughts straight.
Agatha's gaze shifted towards me, her eyes tinged with a mix of concern and what may well be disgust. She seemed to recognise my confusion and the need for clarity but was infuriated by it anyway.
"The god of death," Agatha replied, her voice heavy with a weight that mirrored the enormity of the revelation. "Acelia, in her thirst for power, has formed a pact with an ancient deity that was once imprisoned. She has delved into the darkest corners of magic, invoking powers that transcend the realms of mortals."