LOGINThird Person's POVWilmot literally had to rub his stiff cheeks, letting out a sharp, disgusted clicking sound from the back of his throat.Trista picked up on his weird behavior immediately.She shot him a freezing side-eye, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "What the hell is wrong with you now?""I'm getting a cavity from all this cringe," Wilmot mouthed silently, looking deeply disturbed.He couldn't even process the reality in front of him. The high-and-mighty, untouchable Mortimer Craig was actually racking his brain, desperately scraping the bottom of the barrel just to force small talk with a woman.Was this not the most humiliating thing he had ever witnessed?"Babe, are you seeing this?" Wilmot quickly leaned into Trista's ear, dropping his voice to a whisper."Seeing what?" Trista's brows knitted tightly. She smoothly took a step sideways, seamlessly creating a buffer zone between her and this annoying bastard.W
Third Person's POVLately, Seraphina had been seriously questioning if Mortimer suffered from a severe split personality.And tonight, his mental fracture had clearly reached an uncontrollable peak.Before seeing Dash, Mortimer was grinding his teeth with pure hatred, radiating enough bloodlust to shred the guy to pieces.But the second he actually met Dash face-to-face? Not only did he miraculously adopt a dog as his little brother, but he also practically rolled out the red carpet to invite the mutt into his Alpha estate.It wasn't like this cold-blooded tyrant took one look at a stray puppy and got instantly conquered by its charm, right?Hearing the apartment address from Seraphina's mouth, a mocking sneer flashed in Wilmot's eyes.He stomped the gas pedal straight to the floor. Accompanied by the violent roar of the engine, the luxury Maybach shot forward through the night like a bolt of black lightning.If it weren't for
Third Person's POVBut L.A. real estate was notoriously cutthroat. On her salary as a healer alone, there was zero chance she could afford a down payment in the short term.Still, she could always ask her parents for a loan.Seraphina ran the numbers in her head, determined to cut off any remaining excuse to rely on Mortimer.Mortimer watched her fall silent, his elite senses telling him that her defense was finally starting to crack.Deciding to push his advantage, he leaned in, his voice dropping into a smooth, persuasive baritone. "Look, per our agreement, once the bond is officially dissolved, I'm giving you several fully furnished luxury condos in the best zip codes in L.A. But until then, for Dash's own safety, why don't you guys just crash at the estate? What do you think?"Dissolve the mating bond?Wilmot, who had been quietly driving, white-knuckled the steering wheel. His eyebrows did a violent twitch."Wait, you guys are seriously getting a divorce?"Mortimer cut his eyes o
Third Person's POV"Wilmot, go drive the car."Just as Wilmot was busy putting a hex on Mortimer in his head, that arrogant, entitled command hit his ears again.Wilmot threw him a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. But under the heavy weight of Mortimer's terrifying pressure, he still ended up shuffling his feet and heading outside to play chauffeur.Mortimer kept his face dark, his powerful arms forming a rock-solid cradle for Dash.He used his long legs to stride out of the medical center.His arms were steady as iron, carrying the puppy without a single wobble.Maybe because Mortimer was the guy who had jumped into a disgusting storm drain without a second thought to haul him out, the fragile puppy had developed a totally defenseless sense of trust and dependency on him.Dash just lay there against his broad chest, completely still.His bright little eyes were locked dead onto Mortimer, staring at him like he was a savior who had literally dragged him out of hell.Watching Dash'
Third Person's POVThe fact that he'd spent half the night screaming at Seraphina over a literal dog only made the raging fire in his chest burn hotter.The sole culprit behind this entire disaster was Velda—that absolute, incurable idiot of a woman.As Mortimer stood there boiling with a mix of fury and embarrassment, Wilmot twisted the knife one more time. "Oh, man. Slicing off your own dignity and forcing a make-believe cuckold fantasy onto your own head? That must be an incredible feeling."Mortimer's gorgeous face went completely black. The temperature in the corridor dropped straight to zero.He turned his head, his gaze cutting into Wilmot with zero warmth left—only a vicious, venomous counterattack. "You seem pretty thrilled. Why? Did Trista finally agree not to void that holy bond contract of yours?"The smirk on Wilmot's face froze instantly.His expression turned charcoal-black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The veins in his forehead bulged as he spit the words throug
Third Person's POVDash moved uncomfortably, his instincts telling him to crawl closer to Seraphina's warm embrace.But even that tiny movement pulled at his injuries, forcing a sharp cry of agony from his throat.Seraphina felt her lungs tighten with a suffocating pity. She immediately threw her black puffer jacket over the puppy's shivering body.Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, grounding her wolf and letting her focus center.She placed both hands gently above Dash's matted fur, her palms beginning to glow with a soft, warm light.Her pure healing energy flowed cleanly into his skin, soothing the worst of the trauma.Her eyes were entirely wet with tears as she kept her voice low and steady. "You're okay, you're okay... Dash, you're a good boy. We're going to see a doctor right now. Just be brave for me, okay?"A few feet away, Mortimer stood with a rigid posture, his sharp, predatory eyes cutting a sideways glance at Wilmot, who was leaning against a wall with his arms c
Seraphina's POV"Luna, how was the cake? I had the baker make it specially for you.""Morty is just too much sometimes. If I hadn't told him how guilty I felt, he absolutely refused to take that cake home to you.""Please don't be mad at him. We grew up together, so he's just used to putting me firs
Seraphina's POVHonestly, I didn't really want to hear his explanation. But out of politeness, I stayed where I was, watching him and waiting for him to finish.Mortimer's gaze shifted away for a second, betraying an undeniable flash of guilt.He cleared his throat. "Tonight at the club, the guys su
Seraphina's POVAfter coming back to the Blade Pack villa that Mortimer and I shared, I took a shower.Since Mortimer absolutely hated anyone intruding on his personal space, it was usually just the two of us in the house.The pack's omega maids only came by to cook our meals and clean. Right now, t
Third Person's POVMortimer snatched his phone off the table, his face a blank mask. "This game is stupid," he scoffed. "Let's not play it again."Vivian looked at him, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I wonder what's going on with Luna Seraphina? Usually she calls to check up on you before w







