《Ex-Mate Wants Me Back》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Third Person's POV"But Morty, this place is for everyone. It's a zoo. The pheromones are all over the place, and it's loud. It's not like Iceblade. I'm just worried the noise will stunt Rolf's healing," Vivian pushed, refusing to let it go.She was desperate to cut the cord. If she could get Rolf out of this building, Mortimer would have zero excuses to keep "bumping into" Seraphina. That woman was getting too good at playing him.But Mortimer was a wall. The man who used to cave to her every whim just shot her down again."This is a high-level VIP suite," he said, his voice flat. "He's in a private wing. No one is going to bother him.""But—""V!" Rolf snapped, cutting her off.He looked at his sister with a mix of exhaustion and pity.As an omega, he was hyper-tuned to the room. He could feel the jagged, freezing pulse of Mortimer's Alpha aura. The air was thick with the scent of a predator who was seconds away from losing his cool.If it weren't for their history, Mortimer would h

Third Person's POVMortimer sat in the back of the Bentley, staring a hole through the iMessage thread on his phone.The text he'd sent Seraphina minutes ago sat there, a lonely blue bubble marked "Delivered," with zero sign of a reply."It's raining. I'm coming to pick you up." It was like shouting into a void.Mortimer felt a slow-burn rage tightening his chest, making every breath feel heavy."Real smooth, Seraphina," he muttered through gritted teeth.In the driver's seat, George caught a glimpse of his boss in the rearview mirror.Alpha Mortimer was radiating a level of cold that felt like it was frosting the windows.George shrunk into his collar, trying to turn himself into part of the upholstery."Forget it. Let's go," Mortimer snapped."Yes, Alpha."George went to shift into drive, but Mortimer cut him off again. "Wait."George looked back. Mortimer was staring out at the rain, his expression dark. He held out a hand. "Give me the umbrella.""Right away, sir." George scramble

Third Person's POVAfter dropping that textbook line of "cold-war gaslighting," Seraphina tried to walk away.It hit Mortimer like a physical punch to the solar plexus.He didn't let go of her arm. He just stood there, staring at her, his eyes turning a darker, more dangerous shade of red. "You can't even be bothered to come up with a decent lie anymore?"Seraphina stopped. She cut him a look, genuinely confused by the freak-show he was putting on."Alpha Mortimer, what is your point?"Mortimer choked.He wanted to scream at her. He wanted to know which male wolf's scent was all over her.He had every right to demand an answer, but the words felt like broken glass in his throat. He was terrified that if he asked, the answer would be something he couldn't take back.Finally, his voice came out in a shredded rasp. "You used to call me by my name. Why did you stop?"Seraphina's brow hit a hard knot. "That's what this

Seraphina's POVMortimer leaned in, his breath hitching against my ear, his voice thick with a hunger he wasn't trying to hide anymore.He started to slant his head, his mouth hunting for mine.Just as his breath ghosted over my lips—just as we were about to collide—I gasped out his name. "Mortimer."I shoved my palms against his chest.Even through the fabric of his shirt, the heat coming off him was searing, making my voice shake.I had to fight my own wolf, dragging Lily back from the edge of surrender and forcing my pheromones to stay locked down.Mortimer stalled. The haze in his eyes cleared for a split second.He stared at me, and I forced the words out, cold and steady. "This isn't in the contract."His eyelids flickered, a flash of confusion crossing his face like he hadn't heard me right. "What?"I closed my eyes and took a jagged breath, anchoring myself in reality. "Our mating agreement. Th

Third Person's POVMortimer choked on his own absurd thoughts, which triggered a violent coughing fit.The burning in his lungs was brutal. He knew this was a self-inflicted wound—the price of his midnight stunt on the balcony.The last time he felt this wrecked was a year ago, when he'd taken a hit of wolfsbane toxin during a border dispute.That stuff was designed to paralyze the wolf and slow-cook your internal organs. He'd been stuck in a fever dream for days.Back then, Seraphina had cleared her entire schedule at the healing center to nurse him.She'd been a ghost by his side, her soft, steady "mate" scent acting as the only painkiller that actually worked.Looking back now, he realized how much of her devotion he'd treated like background noise.But today, he wasn't going to blow it.He figured no matter how much she resented him, she still gave a damn.Even if it was just her "healer's guilt," she wa