LOGINThird Person's POVMortimer let out a hollow laugh, his eyes stone-cold.His Alpha aura surged through the office, intense and suffocating.Still sprawled on the floor, Vivian paled, her eyes locked on Mortimer as he stood up with absolute indifference.His tall, imposing frame cast a shadow over her as he looked down with contempt. "I've repaid you a hundred times over. Everything your family has—protection, status, wealth—all of it came from me. But you were never satisfied. You even reached for what was never yours—the place beside me as my mate."Every word landed like a hammer blow, shattering the entitled certainty Vivian had clung to.Trembling, she looked up, only to meet a pair of bloodshot eyes—cold and utterly merciless.Then Mortimer spoke again—and his words struck her like a bolt from the blue."Vivian, back then... was it really you who saved me?"At the time, he'd been gravely wounded—hovering on the brink of death, his wolf barely holding together. When he finally reg
Third Person's POVVivian kept bringing up Caldwell, deliberately hinting that he coveted the Lycan throne for two reasons: first, to make Mortimer feel challenged, and second, to make him suspect Seraphina of infidelity.Deep within Mortimer's consciousness, his wolf, Barton, was raging, violently clawing at the walls of his mind. "Rip her apart, Mortimer! This lying she-wolf is slandering our Luna! The stench on her is making me sick! I want to tear her throat out!"Mortimer coldly replied in his mind, "Shut up, Barton. Kill her, and we lose Seraphina for good. I want that tumor cut out—root and all."Mortimer never even glanced at Vivian's bruised wrist. When she finished speaking, he remained silent.Vivian's sobs gradually subsided. Looking up, she found his expression even darker than before.Certain he'd fallen for her lies, she secretly rejoiced. Already thinking about how to steer the conversation toward lifting the pressure on her family, she was about to press her advantage
Third Person's POVVivian was trembling with rage, her wolf clawing to break free.But Connor's warning—that their family's business would go under if she crossed Mortimer again—echoed in her mind. She dug her nails into her thigh, forcing herself to swallow her anger.When she spoke again, her voice had softened, tinged with wounded dignity and condescension. "Fine. I'm not going to argue with a receptionist like you. Mortimer personally called me just now and asked me to come. If you don't believe me, call upstairs and ask. Keep your CEO waiting any longer, and you might be in serious trouble."She sounded so confident, yet so dramatically aggrieved, that the receptionist hesitated.After all, everyone in the company knew how outrageously indulgent Mortimer had once been toward Vivian.With the previous lessons in mind, the receptionist said tentatively, "Since Alpha Mortimer personally asked you to come, would you mind giving him a quick call? The moment his secretary confirms, I'l
Third Person's POVSeraphina wheeled Dash into the faculty office.Since she was only filling in as a lecturer and didn't hold a faculty appointment at Shadowfang Academy, she didn't have an office of her own. Instead, she shared one with two other instructors.When she walked in with Dash, someone was already there."Sera, you're here! We heard you'd be teaching at Shadowfang."Seraphina nodded with a smile.The two instructors she shared the office with happened to be her former undergraduate classmates. They'd stayed on as faculty after graduation, and, by coincidence, were assigned to the same office. Since they already knew each other, there was no need for formalities.Well-behaved and never one to make a fuss, Dash was easy to love.They'd even set up a little bed for him in the office, complete with a pile of toys.The thoughtful gesture brightened Seraphina's mood. Even the irritation Mortimer and Vivian had stirred up faded a little."It's your first day teaching," one of th
Third Person's POV"C-Can... can you let go of me now?" Vivian was trembling from the pain. Tears and snot streaked down her face, leaving her in a miserable state.Caldwell, however, had no intention of going easy on her.Without the slightest warning, he released her wrist.Vivian had been desperately pulling away. The sudden loss of resistance threw her completely off balance. With a startled yelp, she stumbled and crashed heavily onto the freezing, hard floor.Her bare palms scraped harshly against the rough concrete, leaving several raw, bloody abrasions. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sting.But after seeing just how ruthless Caldwell could be, she no longer dared provoke either him or Seraphina.Gritting her teeth, Vivian struggled to her feet. She shot Seraphina one last venomous glare before clutching her throbbing wrist and hurrying out of the academy hall as fast as she could.Once she was gone, the crowd of students gradually dispersed, murmuring among themselves."Th
Third Person's POV"Mortimer, I saved your life once. Please... just give me one more chance. I'm begging you." Vivian cried until her voice was raw. Her shrill sobs pierced the silence of the academy grounds, grating on everyone's nerves.Mortimer fell silent again.Over the faint static of the phone, all anyone could hear was his heavy, restrained breathing.A long silence followed. Just when everyone was certain he was about to refuse her, his deep, conflicted voice finally came through. "All right. Come to the Craig Group headquarters."A collective gasp rippled through the werewolf students gathered around them.Vivian froze, her sobs catching in her throat. She had been braced for the absolute worst—public rejection and utter humiliation.Yet, Mortimer had agreed.The fear in her eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a relief like that of a gambler who had just escaped death.After a stunned beat, she nodded excitedly into her phone. "O-Okay... I'll come right away, Mortimer!
Seraphina's POVI stood in the airport pickup zone, my hand resting quietly on the handle of my suitcase."Morty, hurry up! Humphrey said the guys are throwing us a welcome home party at the Wildwolf Club tonight."That voice sliced through the air, and my grip on my luggage tightened.Mortimer and
Mortimer's POVThe Swedish aurora writhed across the sky like a fever dream. Those eerie green lights felt like cold snakes, strangling the breath right out of me. I stood on the balcony, my thumb mindlessly rubbing the edge of my phone."You're on edge, Mortimer." Deep in my head, my wolf—Barton—l
Seraphina's POVI flipped my phone to airplane mode. The moment the screen went black, it felt like I'd finally severed a dead nerve. I closed my eyes, trying to find some peace in the hum of the jet engines.But the second I drifted off, the nightmare found me.It was pitch black. Freezing. Fear s
Seraphina's POVThe weight of the snow felt like the cold, crushing hand of death, squeezing the last bit of oxygen from my lungs.I was curled up in a tiny air pocket, my fingers trembling as I gripped my phone, praying for a signal.If I was going to rot in this forest under the gaze of the Moon







