All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third Person's POV"Vivian is right." Lillian's voice screeched, her pheromones crashing through the room like a runaway train.She stared at Seraphina with unmasked contempt. "If you weren't in bed with this Johnny guy, there's no way you'd find a bottom-feeder like him in a city this size. Not that fast.""Maybe you still resent Mortimer for giving Vivian extra protection," Lillian continued, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure venom. "Maybe you're too cowardly to challenge the Blade Pack directly, so you took it out on Rolf. My poor son... almost losing his soul because he fell into the hands of a cold-blooded snake like you."The hospital directors and senior surgeons in the room felt their blood hit a boiling point. Their wolf instincts were bristling, the air vibrating with the suppressed urge to tear into this woman.Then, the heavy oak door to the reception room was slammed open by a force of pure violence.Mortimer stepped inside. He carried the scent of a midnight blizzard,

Third Person's POVConnor swallowed hard, his neck muscles corded with tension. He gave a stiff, jagged nod."Vivian... we spoiled her. I'll make sure she's disciplined the moment we get home. I can't apologize enough for the chaos this has caused Seraphina and the healing center."He was speaking to the room, but his eyes were locked onto Mortimer like a laser.He didn't care about the hospital's forgiveness; he needed the Alpha to call off the hounds. If Mortimer nodded, the crisis was over.Mortimer let out a low, vibrating chuckle. He flicked his eyes up, his gaze an arctic sweep across Connor's face. "Mr. Davis, you've miscalculated. I'm not the victim in this conspiracy. When it comes to mercy, I don't have a seat at the table."Connor's face went a sickly shade of grey.He was trapped. He turned, his movements slow and agonizing, toward the woman sitting next to Mortimer. "Seraphina...""We can end it here," Seraphina cut him off, her voice an ice-cold blade that didn't leave ro

Third Person's POVMortimer, for the first time in a decade, looked genuinely rattled. He cleared his throat, rubbing the bridge of his nose in a rare show of nervous energy. "Garfield, Thomasina... it's been a while."In the beginning, Garfield Hale had been perfectly satisfied with his daughter's choice.Setting aside the "mate" title, Mortimer was the apex of his generation—educated, lethal, and brilliant.But the moment news reached the lab that Mortimer had abandoned Seraphina in a sub-zero wilderness for half a month to tend to an omega, that satisfaction had turned into a slow-burning rage.The two elder scholars had tried to respect Seraphina's silence. But the moment they stepped out of their research facility and saw their flesh and blood being branded a "mistress" and dragged through the digital mud, the wolf in their souls stopped being academic. It wanted blood."It has been a while," Garfield said, his voice as hard as a slab of granite. He didn't blink as he locked onto

Seraphina's POV"You're still making excuses for this brat?" Edwin's voice boomed, cutting through the air like a gunshot.The Alpha aura he let off was heavy—the kind that made the oxygen left the room.Even as a high-ranking wolf, I felt the weight of it. It was suffocating.He turned his lethal gaze onto Mortimer.Under that ancestral glare, even the man who usually played god in this city had to drop his head."If you hadn't been so spineless with your boundaries, do you think a random omega would have the nerve to pull this in front of your Luna?""Grandfather... it's not what you think..." Mortimer started, but his voice was tight."Shut it!"That was a Command. Mortimer's jaw locked instantly; he couldn't have spoken if he tried."Mortimer, the Davis family has bled enough favors and cash out of us to pay back that 'life-saving' debt ten times over. You want to play the hero on your own time? Fine. But get one thing straight—there is only one woman in the Blade pack who shares y

Third Person's POV"If you're going to act like a brat, get out and walk home. Sera can take me to the clinic's cafeteria—it'll save me from having to look at your pathetic, sulking face." Edwin's voice was like a whip, and the Alpha aura he let off made the temperature in the sedan drop ten degrees.Mortimer took a sharp breath, his chest heaving.He slammed the central lock button. The click of the doors locking was a violent sound in the silence."Fine," he bit out, the words practically scraped from his throat.He stomped on the gas and tore away from the Shadowfang Healing Center.The car eventually pulled up in front of a high-end seafood restaurant that smelled like the deep ocean.The second they stepped into the private suite, Mortimer went into overdrive. "Grandfather, stay here. Sera and I need to go pick out the fresh catch."This place flew in live seafood from across the globe.To wolves with heightened senses, that raw, metallic scent of fresh blood was the only thing th