All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Seraphina's POVI glanced at the timestamp. He'd sent the text exactly a few minutes after I'd climbed into the cab.I'm in the habit of silencing my phone at the hospital, and I'd forgotten to flip the switch when I clocked out.So, Mortimer's text and his follow-up calls had just been vibrating into a void.There was no point in replying now, so I just killed the screen and shoved the phone back into my bag.When I opened the door to the Alpha villa, the place was pitch black."Is he still out?" That was my first thought.I reached for the light switch, but a low, gravelly voice cut through the dark, nearly jumping me out of my skin. "You're back."My heart did a frantic double-tap. As the foyer light flooded the room, the silence shattered.Mortimer was sitting on the sofa, his posture stiff as a board."Why are the lights off?" I snapped, still trying to get my pulse under control. My face was probably ghost-white from the jump-scare."Did you not see my iMessage?" Each word sounde

Seraphina's POVMortimer's gaze was a silent, scorching weight, pinned right on me.Something was off.The air felt heavy. I followed his line of sight down and my heart skipped a beat.The silk of my robe had betrayed me, sliding low enough to expose the line of my collarbone and the curve of my chest under the warm amber lights.I felt a jolt of panic and yanked the lapels shut, trying to kill the sudden, suffocating tension.But the movement only made it worse. The slight rush of air seemed to fan the sparks between us.I watched Mortimer's pupils blow wide, his dark eyes swallowing the light.His Alpha pheromones turned thick, syrupy, and dangerously aggressive.He surged off the sofa and lunged toward me.At five-seven, I'm not short, but against his six-foot-three frame, I was completely swallowed by his shadow. It was pure predatory aura.I scrambled back, my spine hitting the bathroom door.It hadn't clicked shut, so the second I leaned on it, it swung wide.The floor vanished.

Seraphina's POVHe almost kissed me. He was seconds away from biting my neck, from marking me for good.The things I used to pray for in my pathetic teenage dreams were about to happen, and I was the one who pulled the plug.I'd spent ten years crawling out of the hole I dug for myself, trying to look at Mortimer as just a guy, not a god.I couldn't let him drag me back into that swamp where I was always the second choice.I knew the drill: last night wasn't love. It was just his wolf being horny, or his rut, or some chemical glitch in the mating bond.Still, my chest felt like it was being squeezed by a rusty vice.I sat in that walk-in closet until my head was clear, changed my clothes, and walked out.I didn't want to deal with the "morning-after" fallout, so I did the only logical thing—I locked the guest room door from the inside.The next day, I washed up and changed as usual, then pushed open the door.The house was dead quiet. No Mortimer.I let out a breath I didn't know I was

Third Person's POVThey exchanged a look, their eyes practically sparking with unspent gossip."Look, stay sharp," Tade warned, his face a mask of professional gravity. "The boss's wife has never shown her face here. If she ever does, I want 5-star treatment. No screw-ups. Got it?"The team nodded in unison. "Copy that, Tade.""But wait—what does she actually look like?" one of them whispered, unable to help herself."To land a guy like Mortimer, she's gotta be a supermodel, right?"Tade blinked as Seraphina's face flashed in his mind. Supermodel? Please. Put those two in a room together and they look like a power couple straight off the cover of Vogue."She's stunning," he muttered. "That's all you need to know.""Tade, that's useless. 'Pretty' is everywhere in this city," someone protested. "Give us a hint so we don't make fools of ourselves."Tade sighed. He felt less like a high-level beta and more like a tired butler managing a bunch of interns. "Listen. You know how the boss is.

Third Person's POVVivian froze, her little secret stripped bare in the middle of the hall.She shot Seraphina a look that could kill, then brushed past her, heading for Rolf's room.But as their shoulders grazed, she stopped. "Try to steal Mortimer from me," she hissed through gritted teeth, "and I'll rip you apart, Seraphina."Seraphina let out a short, dry laugh she couldn't quite catch.The vein in Vivian's temple throbbed. She whirled around. "What's so funny?""Relax. I'm not interested in your 'prey.'"Seraphina almost told her that Mortimer was home with a fever—practically gift-wrapped for her to go play nursemaid.But then she remembered the look on his face this morning.At first, she didn't understand why Mortimer was angry when she had acted generously, even offering her place so Vivian could comfort him.But now she understood—besides worrying about tiring Vivian, Mortimer was probably trying to protect the 'purity' of her.No matter how hollow their mating was, to outsid