Gregory's Pov
My voice cut through the air, sharp and full of authority as she appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed.
“Gregory, what exactly is your problem? Do you even realize what you’re doing? I went upstairs and found that you locked your mate in the room. For what reason?”
I groaned inwardly, rubbing my temple. Of course, she had to get involved. “Mother, please, can you just stay away from this? Stay away from her affairs. I don’t want you meddling in my business.”
Her eyebrows shot up as if I’d just told her she couldn't have dessert.
“Meddling? Oh, I’m sorry, Gregory, I didn’t realize showing basic decency towards your mate was considered meddling.
I thought we were getting somewhere with you. But no, clearly, I was wrong. Every day you become more and more like
