LOGINThird Person's POVIn the past, Trista always told her she was "too subservient" in front of Mortimer. She hadn't understood it then.What was wrong with loving someone?But it wasn't until she almost died under the heavy, suffocating snow in Alaska that she finally understood—there is absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone.The mistake is that, in what should be an equal partnership, you place yourself far too low. You only remember to love him, but you forget to love yourself first.Thinking of this, Seraphina suddenly felt a bit reflective.For those three years, she really had been the one trying "too hard to please."She reached out and petted Dash, who was happily chewing on his little ball in the stroller, and continued her leisurely stroll through the mall.During this time, Seraphina received a call from the court. The official stated that Lillian's legal representation had proposed mediation regarding Dash's case, but Seraphina flatly refused."I do not accept mediatio
Third Person's POVHumphrey shoved Wilmot and Randall along, urging them to leave the hospital ward quickly.Vivian sat completely dumbfounded on the cold floor. Through the open door, she could even hear Humphrey and Wilmot's voices echoing from the corridor, "No wonder Alina always calls me an idiot. I really was so stupid before.""No, you're actually incredibly smart—you've always known exactly whose side to stand on.""Why do I feel like you two are sarcastically calling me a fence-sitter?"Listening to their footsteps gradually fade away, Vivian slumped on the floor, her eyes wide with sheer disbelief.She couldn't figure it out. How could all those people—the ones who used to put her on a pedestal, coax her, and treat her like a precious treasure even though they knew she was just an omega—now walk away without even looking back? Was everything they did for her in the past completely fake?"No... no, that's impossible... I am Mortimer's lifesaver! He couldn't possibly treat me
Third Person's POVThat sentence struck Mortimer's absolute, fatal weakness with pinpoint accuracy.He shuddered. The thick wolf fur on his arms rapidly receded like the ebbing tide, and the terrifying, berserk aura vanished in an instant.Deprived of his iron grip, Vivian collapsed onto the floor like a puddle of mud, clutching her throat and coughing violently.Wilmot clicked his tongue silently in his mind.As expected, only the name "Seraphina" works.A massive amount of air suddenly poured back into her throat, choking Vivian. She coughed repeatedly, her legs so weak from pure terror that she could only slump on the floor.The fear still lingering in the air made her tremble violently. But despite her panic, she hadn't missed the terrifying word Mortimer had just said—message?What message?She had sent Seraphina countless messages over the years; which one was Mortimer talking about? One that nearly got her killed?Vivian's already fear-filled eyes were overtaken by an even deep
Third Person's POVSeraphina pushed Dash's stroller and left the boutique.Randall rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes as he watched her retreating figure. He muttered to himself, "So she was customizing a birthday gift for Mortimer. If Mortimer finds out, who knows how thrilled he'll be? He probably won't even need his healing factor; he'll be able to jump right out of his hospital bed today."Thinking this, he called the boutique manager over."Alpha, what are your orders?""That fountain pen Seraphina just ordered—have someone customize a matching couple's version and give them both to her tomorrow.""Understood, Alpha. I'll do it right away."Randall sat back in his plush leather chair, feeling incredibly smug about his little stroke of genius.Meanwhile, at the Shadowfang Healing Center.When Wilmot and the others arrived at the VIP ward to visit Mortimer, they found him stone-faced, ordering Tade to process his discharge papers."What's the rush? Can't you just stay one more nig
Third Person's POV"Heh." Mortimer let out a low, self-deprecating laugh.He was so stupid.Vivian's methods had been so full of glaring holes, but just because he looked at her through the thick filter of a "lifesaver," that halo had completely blinded him to all her vicious, underhanded tricks."Alpha, you should rest first. I'll have Yolanda notify everyone that the morning meeting is canceled," Tade urged, seeing that Mortimer's condition was incredibly unstable.Fine beads of cold sweat were continuously seeping from Mortimer's forehead, and even the Alpha pheromones radiating from his body had grown terrifyingly weak and chaotic.Tade was genuinely afraid that his boss was going to collapse completely this time.Suddenly, Mortimer grabbed his phone. With trembling, frantic fingers, he dialed a number.The phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up.The dim light in Mortimer's eyes instantly flared with life. A low, hopeful plea tumbled from his throat, "Sera.""D
Third Person's POV"Alright, good work," Tade patted Vincent's shoulder, gesturing for him to step out first.When the hospital room door closed again, Tade held the old phone, casting a complicated look at Mortimer, who lay deathly pale on the bed.After Vincent left, Tade handed the old phone, its casing covered in several dented spots, over to Mortimer.Mortimer took it and immediately logged into his messaging app, opening the chat window with Seraphina.What met his eyes were a few cold, concise replies from Seraphina, forming a sharp contrast with his own long string of recent messages.Perhaps because he already had a terrible suspicion in his heart, his finger trembled slightly as he scrolled up.Finally, he scrolled to that day—the day Seraphina was buried under the snow."There was an avalanche. I'm buried under the snow.""Seraphina, if you're trying to trick me into coming back, you shouldn't tell such an obvious lie. I'm staying with Vivian for a few more days. Come back
Seraphina's POV"Mortimer, I did some digging. We can actually hike the Glacier Forest. And..."I looked up at him, burying half my face in my thick wool scarf, my eyes locked onto Alpha Mortimer. "The rangers say if we take this trail, we'll get a front-row seat to the Blood Moon. It only happens
Third Person's POVVivian scrolled through the comments, the smugness radiating off her in waves. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Seraphina," she whispered to her screen. "I'm going to make sure you and your high-and-mighty family can't show your faces in LA ever again."Seraphina didn't have
Third Person's POVSeraphina actually had a toy boy on the side?! And she was spamming her feed with him every day?Damn it. What kind of spineless, bottom-feeding scrap of a man would throw away his dignity to be a side-piece for a mated woman?Mortimer felt like his lungs were about to detonate. H
Third Person's POV"Vivian, you're clearly not thinking straight. Your condition must be worse than I thought."Mortimer leaned in, his voice like a razor. "If your current healer is this useless, we're swapping him out. Being sick is one thing, but staying sick is a choice. We'll get a panel of exp







