Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

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Seraphina’s POV

Professor Bauer softened his tone, pulling me back from my thoughts. “Look, Sera, I know the kid usually acts like an arrogant bastard, but this time he’s standing on the right side of the truth. Don’t blame me for speaking up for him. I know things have been… volatile between you two lately. This is his way of admitting he was wrong, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer.

Admitting he was wrong? In Mortimer’s dictionary, that word doesn’t exist.

To me, this wasn’t an apology. It was the biological reflex of a predator whose territory had been insulted. Vivian’s mistake wasn’t attacking me–it was using his name, his company, and his reputation as the fuel for her fire. She crossed his red line, and Mortimer doesn’t let anyone live after they do that.

But I wasn’t surprised Bauer saw it that way.

He’s an elder; he believes in the sanctity of the mating bond.

He didn’t know we were living in separate realities, or that the contract was currently waiting for a final signature.

Besides, Bauer has always respected Mortimer. I remember the look in his eyes when he first introduced me to the young Alpha -it was pure, professional recognition of a superior bloodline.

Mortimer might be a catastrophic failure as a mate, but as a Pack Leader and a CEO? He’s flawless.

The irony tasted like copper in my mouth: He could manage a global empire, but he couldn’t manage to be my Alpha.

“I understand, Professor,” I said, keeping my voice clinical and flat.

I understood Mortimer’s logic perfectly. He’d told me himself: he won’t tolerate any variable that threatens the stability of the

Craig Group.

Now that Vivian’s stupidity was backfiring on the Blade Pack, he was simply pruning a dead branch.

I wasn’t going to argue with Bauer’s good intentions, even if the resentment in my chest made me want to grind my teeth into dust.

“Director, the Davis family has arrived,” the secretary whispered, pushing the door open. Her voice was cold, professional.

“Let’s go,” Bauer said.

I stood up, took a breath, and buried my emotions under a layer of surgical ice.

The Reception Room. The Davis were already dug in.

The second we walked in, Connor stood up, trying to snatch the narrative before we could sit down. “Professor Bauer. I assume you’ve found the reason why my son’s bloodline was compromised?”

Bauer nodded, his gaze lingering on Vivian for a second too long.

I saw it-the flash of raw, panicked guilt in her eyes before she masked it.

She sat up straighter, adjusting her “victim” posture, but her knuckles were white.

“Let’s talk,” Bauer said, sitting down. His presence alone was enough to drown out the room’s ambient noise.

The air was thick with a toxic cocktail of Alpha and beta pheromones.

I watched Vivian’s performance from the sidelines, feeling a wave of nausea. She looked so fragile, so wronged. It was disgusting.

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“Professor, since the truth is out, let’s have it,” Connor demanded. “My son’s blood shouldn’t have been spilled for nothing.”

“And Professor,” Vivian Interjected, her voice à mix of syrupy weakness and jagged spite. Her eyes flicked to me, a silent challenge. “I know you’re a man of integrity. Now that you have the proof, I’m sure you won’t protect ‘one of your own’ just because they were negligent.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I just stared back, a blank wall of indifference.

“Correct,” Bauer said, his voice dropping into an arctic register. “I won’t protect a subordinate who made a mistake. But I also won’t let a murderer walk free for poisoning their own kin. Rest assured, Miss Davis.”

The use of “Miss Davis” instead of her name hit her like a bucket of ice.

I saw the sneer behind Bauer’s professional mask, and for the first time today, I felt a spark of satisfaction.

“Before we discuss the crime,” Bauer said, tapping the table, “look at this.”

The projector screen descended.

In the pale, flickering light, I saw Vivian’s fingers twitching against that diamond brooch. Her instincts were finally telling her that this wasn’t the apology she’d come for.

I watched her tremble. No pity. Just a cold, detached curiosity as the screen flickered to life.

Bauer’s assistant hit ‘Play.’

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