All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third Person's POV"It was... Mrs. Craig, sir."Marcus forced the words out, his voice shaking.He knew he'd screwed up. He'd seen the hunger in that girl's eyes the second she walked in, but he wasn't about to tell "Mrs. Craig" no.He'd followed orders and dropped her right into the executive suite as a clerk.Who could've guessed she'd try to climb the CEO on day one?Yolanda, standing by the door, took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. Her sympathy for Marcus was growing, but mostly she just felt embarrassed for the company.She leaned in and dropped a low-frequency truth bomb, "Director Marcus, you've got one major detail wrong. That woman... she isn't Mrs. Craig.""What?" Marcus blinked, the gears in his head grinding to a halt. "Then why did she never correct anyone when we called her 'Ma'am'?"Yolanda's mouth twitched. She didn't have an answer for that.Mortimer, however, was starting to smell the rot.He narrowed his eyes, his pupils shifting into lethal slits as he locked

Third Person's POV"Mortimer, it's bad. Vivian's had an accident. Can you get to the Shadowfang Healing Center? Now?" Connor's voice crackled over the line, his panic dialed up to a practiced, theatrical pitch.Mortimer's brow hit a hard knot.His reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window caught a coffee stain on his cuff—the shirt was a birthday gift from Seraphina last year. She'd mentioned once that this specific fabric needed immediate treatment if it got stained.Barton let out an unreadable rumble in the back of his mind."What happened to her?" Mortimer asked, his voice a low, level rasp."The internet is tearing her apart, Mortimer. They're saying she's trying to wreck your mating, calling her... well, I can't even repeat the things they're saying."Connor was talking fast, like he was reciting a script he'd memorized in the hallway. "Vivian snapped. She's had an emotional collapse. We've brought her to the healing center, but she's hysterical. She's screaming for you."Mortime

Third Person's POVVivian gripped his coat until her knuckles turned a bloodless white. She looked up through a mask of tears, clutching at him like a drowning woman. "Morty... are you really just going to leave me?"Mortimer looked down at her hand.In that second, the mating bond backfired. A memory hit him with the force of a physical blow: another hand.On the Alaskan ice, Seraphina had handed him her goggles. Her fingertips were a raw, frozen red, yet she hadn't made a single sound. She'd given him everything she had, and he had taken it and walked away without looking back once.Now, under the sterile, fluorescent lights of the Shadowfang Healing Center, he looked at Vivian's calculated expression. Something snapped.He reached down and uncurled her fingers from his coat, one by one. His touch was clinical. Cold. Final.Then he walked out the door without a backward glance.Vivian collapsed back into the chair, her hands still frozen in that reaching gesture.It hit her then: Mor

Third Person's POVMortimer ripped open the master wardrobe. He knew Seraphina hadn't slept in this room for months, but the reality of it still hit him like a bucket of ice water.His own clothes hung there in a row—charcoal, black, navy—a monochrome graveyard of expensive suits.Next to them was a massive, yawning gap where her light-colored dresses used to be.The empty hangers swayed slightly on the rod, the faint metallic clink-clink-clink sounding like a chorus of tiny, mocking laughs.He spun around and lunged for the nightstand, pulling out the bottom drawer.The velvet ring box was there. He opened it, and her diamond ring stared back at him, catching a sliver of pale light.He remembered the day she'd taken it off. She'd told him the clinic had strict rules about jewelry during surgery. It was supposed to be temporary.But he remembered now. Before, no matter how long the surgery, that ring was back on her finger the second she scrubbed out.When exactly had she stopped putti

Third Person's POV"A company like Craig Group? Reputation is the only currency they have," Vivian sneered. "When Edwin allowed Seraphina to mate with Mortimer, he was buying into her 'elite wolf' branding. If that brand shatters—if she becomes a negligent killer—the Blade pack won't tolerate her as their Luna.""Since Mortimer was desperate enough to go public with her identity, her scandal is now his scandal," Lillian added, a predatory glint in her eyes. "To cut their losses, they'll have to terminate the mating. And then..."Lilian and Vivian shared a look—a sharp, jagged smile. They could already see Seraphina being exiled from the territory."Once Vivian sits in that Luna chair, the whole Davis line levels up," Lillian whispered, her greed practically vibrating in the room. "We won't just be 'those omegas' on the fringe anymore."In the rigid hierarchy of the pack, an omega jumping into an Alpha's bed wasn't just a mating—it was a biological promotion.Lillian could already smell