All Chapters of Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Third Person's POVVivian kept whimpering, her voice thick with a cloying, needy kind of grief. "I know Seraphina took it the wrong way. Maybe I'm just too used to leaning on you, Morty... I never meant to challenge her. I never meant to mess with your contract."She crawled closer, crouching at Mortimer's feet like a stray pup looking for a hand-out. She reached out, her fingers inching toward his thigh.Mortimer recoiled. It was a visceral, physical rejection.Vivian's eyes flashed with a dark, jagged resentment for a split second before she doubled down on the waterworks. "Morty... do you think I'm just a useless burden too?"Mortimer kept his head down, letting the fever-dream haze swirl in his skull. He didn't say a word.Seeing the "fragile girl" act losing its edge, Vivian's sobbing trailed off into a frustrated, messy silence."Morty...""If she took it the wrong way, it means we've overstepped," Mortimer said suddenly. His voice was a shredded rasp, but it was hard as flint.V

Third Person's POVMortimer didn't pull any moves. He just cracked his eyes open a sliver, his gaze locking onto Seraphina's profile as she hovered inches away.Even with his brain being slow-cooked by the fever, his body was redlining.The second she got close, his instincts went wild. The scent of her—cold, sweet medicinal herbs—was hitting his system harder than any sedative.Inside his head, Barton was pacing, letting out a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated in Mortimer's skull, "Oh... Mate..."Mortimer's Adam's apple bobbed.Seraphina kept her eyes down, refusing to look at him. She yanked the seatbelt across his chest with a sharp, practiced motion.The sound of the buckle locking echoed in the quiet cabin like a gunshot.Mortimer snapped back to reality, a flicker of something uncomfortable crossing his face as he realized how much he'd been staring.Seraphina sat back, ignored him, and threw the car into gear. She floored it.The Cullinan roared to life, lunging out of the luxur

Seraphina's POVAs we passed the assistant healer, the Great Mortimer—the man who usually moves like a ghost in public—abruptly cut his pace.Before I could process the sudden stop, he dropped a bomb on the entire hallway. "I'm Seraphina's mate."I froze. My brow hit a hard, angry line.I opened my mouth to shut him down, but a sudden, searing heat flared at the base of my neck.Mortimer was doing it. Right there in front of everyone, he was pulling on the mating bond—using that fraying, invisible cord to give my soul a sharp, dominant yank.The air caught in my throat. Every rebuttal I had was suddenly locked behind a wall of biological instinct.The assistant stood there, her jaw practically hitting the linoleum. "Wait... the other day you said he wasn't even your boyfriend. You guys mated already?"She clearly remembered my "we're just friends" act in the cafeteria.I couldn't find the words. I just forced a tight, awkward twitch of a smile and tried to shove Mortimer toward the exi

Seraphina's POVI was scrolling through the photos on my phone when I smelled the shift in the air.Mortimer's pheromones, which had been leveling out, suddenly went jagged and acrid. It was the scent of a predator grinding its teeth in the dark.My heart did a nervous skip—I thought his hand had started bleeding again, so I snapped my head toward him.He looked like a thunderstorm. He was radiating a massive, toxic low-pressure zone, like he was holding back a riot.I almost asked him if the pain was back, but then I caught myself. "Not my problem." I bit my tongue and started to look back down at the screen.But Mortimer couldn't hold it in. The room was thick with the smell of gunpowder and ego. "Where were you?" he barked. "How long does it take to get a cup of water?"I looked up, meeting his eyes with a face as flat as a dial tone. "I ran into a friend. We talked for a minute.""So you just dumped me here?" His voice was muffled, sounding dangerously close to a pout.I stared at

Seraphina's POV"Damn it..." A low, feral snarl ripped from Mortimer's throat.The shock and rage were too much; his Alpha pressure leaked out in a suffocating wave, slamming into everything in the room.He whipped around to look at me, and I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated panic in his eyes.His Adam's apple bobbed hard. He stared at me, his voice a shredded rasp. "Vivian did this. I'll... I'll make her apologize. Right now."He grabbed his phone, his movements frantic.But for some reason, his hands were shaking so bad he couldn't even swipe the screen. He kept fumbling, missing the call icon over and over.At the same time, he started pushing out a soft, warm thread of his scent—trying to cut through the freezing air to wrap around me, trying to soothe the low-level growl coming from my wolf.I didn't want it. I dialed up my own mental walls, building an invisible barrier that shut his "apology" scent out. No mercy.I reached out and caught his hand, stopping the call. I turned m