All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 311 - Chapter 317

Third Person's POVSeraphina froze for a second. The drowsiness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming joy."Really? Mortimer, you can actually see now?!" she cried out, unable to contain her excitement, as she threw her arms around Mortimer's neck and clung to him, burying herself in his embrace.Mortimer groaned softly under the impact, but he caught her effortlessly, holding her close as a smile curved his lips.The warmth of the mating bond surged between them, carrying every ounce of his joy and disbelief straight to Seraphina.***After that, Seraphina poured herself into Mortimer’s recovery.She carefully prepared meals to support his nerve healing, researched every possible treatment, and patiently guided him through daily eye exercises and gradual light exposure therapy.With the bond strengthening his wolf healing abilities and Seraphina's unwavering care guiding his recovery, miracles began to

Third Person's POVOn the way back, Trista gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, completely exhausted.Her chest felt heavy and suffocating.During a checkup last month, the pack doctor had found an abnormal lump near her chest.If she stayed emotionally distressed for too long, the backlash could end up wrecking her sense of smell and self-healing abilities.She'd never had symptoms like this before getting mated.As she glanced at the mating bond severance papers sitting on the passenger seat, a wave of helplessness washed over her again.She'd brought them up to the hotel earlier, only to take them right back down.For the past three years, the urge to reject Wilmot and sever their mating bond once and for all had crossed her mind countless times. But every time she remembered how he'd braved the scorching fire to carry her out despite the agonizing pain of having his skin burned, she backed down.She feared that if she actually handed him the papers, he'd agree witho

Third Person's POVIn the bar, Wilmot was drinking with Easton, Xavier Wilson, and the others.The lights were dazzling, and the music pounded through the room.Wilmot's life was far livelier than Trista's.Several girls hovered nearby, eager to catch his attention, but the wild, dangerous aura he gave off kept them from getting too close. He ignored them completely.Easton lounged lazily on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Wilmot. "I heard Trista's going to break the mating bond with you."Wilmot picked up the cigarette and lighter from the table and lit it.Smoke curled from his lips as he flicked away the ash and laughed. "News travels fast. Was it Elizabeth who sent you to find out again?"Easton advised, "You can fool around all you want, but you should sweet-talk her once in a while. You know, keep that wolf of hers from going off the rails.""Sweet-talk her?" Wilmot felt amused at his words.He took another drag

Third Person's POVBefore Trista could finish speaking, Natalie interrupted, "Don't give me that. And don't tell me you'll eat later. I just ran into your secretary, and she said you went to the hospital to get your stomach checked. You need to eat. How are you supposed to work if you don't eat properly? Come on."Natalie eagerly took her hand, making it difficult for Trista to refuse.When they arrived at the restaurant, Natalie smiled and said, "Will has quite a temper. It must've been hard on you these past few years."Trista smiled back. "It's fine. I hardly ever see him, so it hasn't really been that difficult."Natalie was clearly probing her, but Trista didn't want to make things awkward.After all, Wilmot and Natalie were the ones who truly belonged together, and she didn't want to complicate things any further.Natalie looked at her. "But that's not really a solution. Trista, what are you planning to do?"Trista picked