Semua Bab Ex-Mate Wants Me Back: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Third Person's POVSeraphina actually had a toy boy on the side?! And she was spamming her feed with him every day?Damn it. What kind of spineless, bottom-feeding scrap of a man would throw away his dignity to be a side-piece for a mated woman?Mortimer felt like his lungs were about to detonate. His blood was literally flowing backward.He let out a jagged, gravelly snarl—the sound of a cornered beast—trailing a toxic cloud of high-end bourbon and lethal Alpha pheromones as he spun around.He gripped his phone so hard the titanium frame groaned, his knuckles white as he tried to scroll through Seraphina's profile.But when he hit her landing page, he was met with a wall of blank, healing centeral white.A single, horizontal grey line. A digital "Keep Out" sign. She'd blocked him.Mortimer's chest heaved. That ancient, hardwired territorial instinct was officially on fire.A homicidal red mist started clouding his vision; he needed a target. He needed to find this "pretty boy" and tea

Third Person's POVMortimer couldn't wrap his head around it.In his mind, he'd just made the ultimate sacrifice. He'd bent his knee, swallowed his pride, and offered a "get out of jail free" card for her infidelity. He expected her to jump at it—maybe even show a little gratitude for his saint-like patience.Instead, she was doubling down. For another man."You love him that much?" Mortimer's eyes were a jagged, bleeding red. A low, broken sound—half-snarl, half-sob—rumbled in his chest."Yeah." Seraphina didn't hesitate. If she had to be the villain to keep Dash safe, so be it. She gave a firm, defiant nod."Alpha Mortimer, I'm not letting Dash interfere with your life. You have zero right to tell me to give him up."She was done playing nice. She laid her final cards on the table. "Our contract was clear: we don't interfere in each other's private business. This is my business. I'm asking for a little professional respect."Mortimer stood there in a dead, vibrating silence. His knuc

Third Person's POVThe hit piece was a masterpiece of character assassination.According to the "insider" thread, the day Rolf had his accident, a senior specialist was supposed to take the lead. Seraphina, desperate for the CEO's attention, used her "privilege" to hijack the surgery.During his recovery, she only performed rounds when the "childhood friend" was in the room—more interested in flirting than in the patient's pulse.Then came the climax: her supposed negligence caused a massive clot that nearly killed Rolf in his bed.The post was written with such vivid detail it felt like the whistleblower was a ghost standing in the corner of the ICU.And then came the kill-shot: Vivian's verified account "liked" the comment.That one tap of a screen turned a bunch of lies into gospel truth.Suddenly, the toxic mix of "academic elitism," "medical malpractice," and "homewrecking" set the internet on fire. Vivian's millions of followers went into a localized frenzy."Are you kidding me?

Seraphina's POVI stepped up to the reporter who'd been barking the loudest and looked him straight in the eye. "I've already said it: once the hospital completes the internal review on the patient's complications, we'll issue a formal statement. As for my private life..."My gaze turned lethal. "Neither you nor your 'public' has a right to it. It's called privacy. Look it up.""You—" He sputtered, but I didn't give him the floor."And a word for the person who cut you a check to cause this scene: the truth always comes out. Tell her to back off while she still has a reputation to save. This won't end well for her."The paparazzi traded uneasy looks.I caught the flicker of guilt in their eyes—the classic tell of a paid hit job."You... you're delusional. We're here for justice, not a paycheck. Don't go throwing around slander charges unless you want to get sued for real.""We both know who's lying. Now, get out."On cue, hospital security finally swarmed the hall.They didn't negotiat

Third Person's POV"No kidding," Tade muttered under his breath.He was starting to think Mortimer's current move was officially off the rails. "Alpha Wilmot, is Luna Seraphina in real trouble?""Tell Mortimer his mate is currently being grilled in a global medical hearing! If this goes sideways, she loses her license, her job—everything! Tell him to get his ass back to LA. Now!"Wilmot didn't wait for an answer. He slammed the phone down.Tade stood there for a beat, his brain a total blank.Then he remembered the text from Yolanda. He swiped it open.It was a livestream link.The screen was filled with high-definition footage of the night Seraphina saved Rolf.It was the aortic dissection—raw, clinical, and intense. In the background, a panel of top-tier surgeons was dissecting every flick of her wrist with surgical precision. The atmosphere was heavy."The timing here is critical. You have seconds to find the bleed. In this regard, Seraphina's response was flawless.""This is a text