《Ex-Mate Wants Me Back》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Third Person's POVSeraphina tapped on Mortimer's profile and hit "forward."The second his phone buzzed, a flicker of light hit Mortimer's eyes.His jaw relaxed, and for a heartbeat, he looked almost... hopeful. Like a kid waiting for a text from his crush."You know, you could just tell me to my face instead of—" He started to say, but the words died in his throat.He'd actually seen the screen. It was a PDF titled: ROLF_LAB_RESULTS."That's the latest data from the healing center. A full breakdown on Rolf," Seraphina said. Her voice was flat, professional—pure doctor-speak. "His wolf is holding steady, and his vitals are back in the green. As long as the nurses don't screw up the infection protocol, he's fine. He'll be clear to shift whenever he's ready."As she spoke, the spark in Mortimer's eyes went cold.He didn't even bother to open the file. He tossed the phone onto the table with enough force to make the silver rattle."Glad to see you're so dedicated to the job," he snapped

Seraphina's POVI hung up and stared out the window at the neon blurring through the rain. That one word from Mortimer was still stinging like a fresh cut.Generous.Was I being generous? Did I want to be?Nobody wants to watch the person they've loved for ten years walk away every single time a choice has to be made.In a decade of one-sided devotion, I'd been delusional enough to think that even if the Moon Goddess dropped my "true mate" in front of me, I'd cut the bond and choose Mortimer every time.I was naive. I thought if I stayed long enough, cared hard enough, I could manufacture a connection that wasn't there.But reality check: I was the "mate" on paper, but I was the one always left standing on the curb.I'm done with that feeling—the feeling of being biologically rejected, over and over.No matter how much it hurt, I forced myself to be clinical.From the second I signed that contract, I'd signed away my right to be petty.I was the intruder in his life, and this was just

Third Person's POVFor some reason, Seraphina found the whole thing absurd.She had to press her lips together to keep a dark, self-mocking laugh from escaping.Mortimer, on the other hand, looked like he'd been pricked by a needle the second that custom ringtone started blaring. His brow hit a hard knot."You should probably take that," Seraphina said. Her voice wasn't snarky or passive-aggressive; it was just flat, like she was giving a polite professional reminder. "That thunder was pretty loud. She is probably terrified."She didn't wait for a response before pushing open the guest room door.As the hinges creaked, Mortimer snapped his head toward her. His eyes were a mess of frantic energy, desperate to explain himself.But a second later, all he was looking at was a closed door. He was officially locked out in the hallway.Vivian's ringtone was still screaming in the quiet house, sounding more obnoxious by the second.Mortimer felt a slow-burn rage building in his chest.That re

Seraphina's POVI spent the whole night waiting for the other shoe to drop.I'd already rehearsed my lines, ready to lean into Mortimer's inevitable rage and use it to burn this contract down with some dignity.But the cross-examination never came.When I walked out of the guest room the next morning, fully dressed, Mortimer was already at the table.He didn't mention the phone call. Instead, he'd prepped breakfast, just like the day before."Eat," he said, gesturing toward two glasses of warm milk spiked with that faint, herbal soul-tonic scent.His face was its usual wall of granite, but I couldn't find a single crack of resentment—nothing to suggest his favorite omega had been bullied.I was suspicious. Did Vivian suddenly find religion and decide not to snitch? That didn't sound like the girl I knew.I sat down, feeling off-balance, and started picking at my sandwich."Vivian called last night. Said you laid into her," Mortimer said out of nowhere. His tone was casual, like he was

Third Person's POV"Vivian!" Mortimer's voice snapped tight, dripping with a frantic concern that wiped away every trace of his earlier annoyance.Seraphina stood back, watching the scene with ice in her veins. She didn't move a muscle.Mortimer might have been blinded by his own panic, but to a pro healer like Seraphina, the truth was written in the air. The second Vivian "collapsed," her pheromones gave her away—there was no biological spike, no soul-flicker. It was a fake. A tactical faint.But Seraphina didn't say a word.She knew the drill: the second she called out the lie, Mortimer would turn on her, accusing her of being cold or jealous.To save herself the headache, she just turned to walk away.She'd already given them the floor, but Mortimer wasn't done with her yet."Seraphina!"His voice was like a whip crack against the morning air.She turned back to see him scooping the "unconscious" Vivian into his arms, his eyes burning with a self-righteous fury."You see her collap