All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person's POV"Can you just shut your mouth?" Mortimer's voice sounded like a low, rumbling thunderstorm.Humphrey quickly ducked his head.He couldn't figure out why Mortimer—a guy who usually kept a poker face and acted like a stone-cold machine—was completely losing his mind tonight."Wow," Humphrey thought, "totally amazed. Vivian getting locked up must have absolutely destroyed him."He now had a whole new appreciation for just how much Vivian "meant" to Mortimer."Hey Mortimer, how about we hit up Randall's new lounge? Since my advice sucks, we can get the guys together for a drink. I'm sure we can figure out a foolproof way to fix this."Mortimer didn't hear a word. His head was on a loop, replaying the terrifying moment Seraphina tried to jump out of his car. His chest felt numb.But after driving around aimlessly for a few blocks, he violently whipped the steering wheel, giving in to Humphrey's suggestion.The new place sat right on the busiest strip of Sunset Boulevard,

Third Person's POVMortimer froze on the spot.He didn't just feel betrayed by his mate anymore—he felt like his most trusted inner circle had just blindsided him with a rusty shiv.Without saying a word, he grabbed a bottle of vodka off the marble table, tilted his head back, and started chugging it like it was water."Whoa, Morty! Slow down, man, that's ninety-proof!"Humphrey lunged forward, trying to grab the bottle. "Besides, what's the big deal? So Seraphina kept a side-piece on the low. Look at Vivian—you're basically doing the same thing with her. People in our tax bracket always have a sweetheart or two on the side. Seraphina never bitched about you bankrolling Vivian before, did she?"The air in the booth turned to ice.Mortimer stopped drinking.He slowly lowered the bottle, his wolf eyes burning red from the alcohol as he locked his gaze onto Humphrey's face. It was the kind of dark, murderous look that made your spine go numb.Humphrey shifted in his seat, suddenly very u

Third Person's POVThe window rolled down, and sitting in the passenger seat was none other than Mortimer."Damn it, why won't they just leave us alone?" Trista's brows knitted tightly, her tone dripping with pure, unadulterated disgust.Seraphina followed her gaze.Her eyes darkened the moment she saw Mortimer's stone-cold face.The car door swung open.Mortimer stepped out first, dragging a heavy, suffocating wave of aura as he strode toward them.When he caught sight of Seraphina's nose, red from the cold, and her pale, exhausted face under the streetlights, his pupils instantly narrowed into slits.His jaw cracked with a sharp pop from the sheer, repressed frustration building up inside him."Still haven't found that loser?" Mortimer asked, his voice rough and laced with heavy mockery.Seraphina looked at him, completely drained.She was physically and mentally at her breaking point, without a single shred of energy to waste on a pointless fight with him like she used to.But his

Third Person's POVAt a time like this, Seraphina didn't have the energy to argue with Mortimer about who was going down into the pit.Her entire universe had shrunk to one single goal: getting Dash out of there alive.She threw all her dignity out the window, kneeling right in the mud by the edge of the drain and leaning half her body inside to get closer to the puppy.Sensing the puppy's sheer, life-threatening terror, Seraphina took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached deep into her subconscious to wake her wolf.A faint trace of her pheromones—the clean, crisp scent of oakmoss after a rain—drifted gently down into the narrow, dark shaft.It was like the puppy caught his owner's scent on the wind. The tiny golden retriever, who had been curled into a shivering ball in the filthy water, felt that warm, protective energy, and the dying panic in his eyes finally started to melt away."Be a good boy, Dash. Don't be scared. I'm right here. You're going to be okay, baby."Down at

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