บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Third Person's POVTrue to his word, Caldwell didn't make things difficult for her. The conversation that day ended there, as if it had never happened.Seraphina went back to her usual routine, guiding her students through their competition project while teaching her classes in the Healing Department.Once the project was finished and submitted, she finally had a chance to relax.Around this time, Seraphina heard that Caldwell's aunt, Abigail, had joined the Craig Group at Edwin's arrangement.Since Abigail owned a sizable logistics company in Alaska, Mortimer put her in charge of the Craig Group's overseas shipping routes.Caldwell, though, stayed out of the Craig Group's operations and kept teaching in the Healing Department.During this stretch, Caldwell took a month off and went back to Alaska.For the entire month, neither of them reached out to the other. They didn't even exchange a single message.Ever since she'd

Third Person's POVTrista held Seraphina's hand and said, "I know you signed up too. I didn't try to stop you, and when Garfield and Thomasina found out, they didn't stop you either. So why don't we go together and look out for each other along the way?"In the end, Seraphina decided not to try to talk her out of it again.She understood Trista, just as Trista understood her.They had similar personalities. Though they seemed gentle and easy to reason with, they both had the stubbornness and resilience unique to werewolves deep down.Once they made up their minds, no one could change them.On the day they left for Ukraine, they quietly headed to the airport without saying goodbye to anyone.But just as they were passing through security, a sharp screech of brakes suddenly came from outside the terminal.Everyone turned toward the sound.Outside the airport entrance, a tall, broad-shouldered figure rushed inside.H

Third Person's POV"Alpha Caldwell, I've done everything you asked. When are you going to keep your promise?"The bearded man poured Caldwell a cup of the local coffee and set it in front of him.Caldwell left the cup untouched. He only lifted his gaze to the man sitting across from him. "Where is he?"The bearded man smiled and gave a subtle nod to one of his men. A moment later, someone stepped forward and motioned for Caldwell to follow.Caldwell rose and followed him around the compound until they reached a run-down building standing by itself.Inside, the place was filthy and falling apart.Farther in, a man knelt on the floor with heavy chains binding his wrists.He looked haggard, but he didn't appear to have been tortured.Hearing footsteps, he raised his head. The sudden light made him squeeze his eyes shut.A few moments later, he opened them again. The instant he recognized the man standing before him, his brown eyes widened."Caldwell?"He instinctively straightened up and

Third Person's POV"Shh. Quiet," Caldwell whispered, cutting her off."Pull my glasses off and hand them to me."Seraphina breathed through the hammering in her chest. She forced her mind away from the protection zone, focusing on staying calm.Leaning in, she caught the frames in her teeth and pulled them off his nose. Shifting her weight, she maneuvered the glasses down into his hands, which were tied behind his back.Caldwell popped the lenses out of the frame, snapped one in half, and used the sharp edge to saw through the thick rope binding his wrists.The second he was free, he slipped behind Seraphina and made quick work of her restraints."I checked outside. Just two guards," Caldwell murmured in her ear. "Stay put. I'll handle them, and then we move."Seraphina nodded, following his instructions to the letter so she wouldn't slow him down.Their kidnappers had underestimated them, assuming they were ordinary doc

Third Person's POVMortimer, his own hands covered in blood, had clocked him. Driven by rage, Mortimer tensed his hands as sharp wolf claws tore through his skin. The sickening crunch of shifting bones and the heavy weight of a partial werewolf aura backed the blow."Are you out of your mind? No one could have seen this coming," Mortimer growled. "You failed to protect your own mate. You have zero right to blame mine!"With a low growl, Mortimer's clawed hands moved in a blur, landing a series of punches to Wilmot's face.Wilmot took the hits, not bothering to put up his wolf's defenses. He crumpled to the ground, his face twisted in pain and despair.He looked like he wanted to cry, but no sound came out.He gasped for air, his red eyes hollow with hopelessness. His heavy, ragged breathing was the only way he could process the grief tearing at his chest."You have no reason to blame Sera. She survived because she got lucky. That doesn't give you the right to hold her life against her