All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Third Person's POVSeraphina assumed he was just losing his patience. She took a deep breath, offering a calm, practiced apology. "Sorry. I had to handle some things at home. I didn't mean to waste your time.""Handle some things?" Mortimer thought, his blood starting to simmer. "Or were you busy saying goodbye to that low-life mutt?"The more he thought about it, the more his vision blurred with rage. He was the CEO of the Craig Group, the Alpha of the Blades—and he was sitting in a car like a hired driver, waiting for his mate to finish coddling another man?Where was he losing? Was it because the other guy knew how to beg? Or was it because she was the one supporting him?"Seraphina, as my mate, you just kept your Alpha waiting for fifteen minutes."His voice was cold, but there was a streak of wounded ego underneath that he hadn't even noticed. "Is there something in your logic that ranks higher than a formal gathering of the Alpha families?"Seraphina had zero clue he was competin

Third Person's POV"Does it ever get embarrassing? Dragging yourself here every time when everyone knows your mate doesn't even see you?" Felicity stepped closer, her maids shadowing her like vultures.Her voice went from acid to a low, jagged taunt."Don't blame me for being blunt, Sera. I just hate seeing a mediocre she-wolf like you waste her youth on a contract that's already a corpse. Mortimer is an Alpha—you know exactly what kind of man he is. You can charm him all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you're a ghost in this territory."Felicity took another step, her eyes narrowing. "If I were you, I'd have the self-respect to pack my bags and disappear. Even the omegas know you've lost your grip."The lead maid let out a muffled, mocking snicker. She scanned Seraphina's simple street clothes with a look of pure, borrowed contempt.In the past, these words would have been a serrated blade to Seraphina's heart. She would have stood there, humiliated, trying to keep her d

Third Person's POV"What do you mean 'garbage'? I'm sharing the finer things in life with Luna Seraphina!"Velda shouted back from behind Seraphina's shoulder, her voice full of snark. "Are you just jealous because my 'boys' are younger, wilder, and have better cardio than you?"She tilted her chin up, mimicking their father's arrogant pose. "Oh—I almost forgot. Isn't your heart already full with your precious Vivian? Why do you care if I find the Luna a fresh set of eyes? Don't be a hypocrite, Mortimer.""Velda!!!" Mortimer's pulse was hammering in his throat. He was one sentence away from losing his mind.Had everyone signed a pact to bury him today?Sabotaging his mating, dragging up his history—was this how a family was supposed to act?"See, Luna? One mention of his darling Vivian and he's ready to shift and bite," Velda muttered to Seraphina, completely oblivious to the fact that Mortimer's eyes were glowing a dangerous, feral red.Inside his head, Barton let out a bloodthirsty r

Third Person's POVMortimer saw it—the way she kept checking her watch, the restless energy vibrating under her skin.He remembered the voice on the phone. She'd told that "Dash" guy she'd be back soon.So that was it? She couldn't even handle a few hours with her own family because she was so desperate to get back to him?The jealousy in his gut felt like acid.As Seraphina glanced at her wrist for the third time in ten minutes, he spoke up, his voice tight. "We haven't been back to the manor in ages. We're staying the night.""No!" The refusal was immediate. Explosive.Dash couldn't be without her for that long.If she didn't show up tonight, he'd spiral into a total mess.Mortimer's brow furrowed.The sheer bluntness of her rejection stung more than he expected. Inside his head, Barton let out a low, pathetic whimper—giving voice to the hurt Mortimer was too proud to show.The rest of the family went silent, eyes darting between them."Come on, Sera," Edwin said, his tone softening.

Third Person's POVMortimer could win any boardroom battle or territory war, but with Seraphina, every punch he threw felt like hitting a brick wall.He glared at her, his chest heaving, his eyes bloodshot with pure frustration."I just look at Dash as a younger brother," Seraphina sighed, trying to reason with him. "If you want to be petty about it, that's on you."Mortimer felt a vein in his temple throbbing violently.A brother?!That made him even madder. "Is that the kind of roleplay they're into?" He was shaking with rage."You're really unstable right now. Either let me drive or pull over. You need to calm down." Seraphina tightened her grip on her seatbelt.She was seriously worried this Alpha was losing his mind and might drive them straight into a concrete wall.She wasn't ready to die yet.By now, she was absolutely convinced Mortimer had some deep childhood trauma involving dogs. Why else would he turn into a homicidal maniac every time she mentioned Dash?Their brainwaves