Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

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The room was filled with senior surgeons and clinic executives, most of whom hailed from powerful packs or had studied under the Hales. The way they looked at Lillian now was lethal-her pride in “occupying another’s contract” wasn’t just tacky; it was a biological insult to the traditions of the great packs.

Mortimer’s jaw was a hard line. The shame of being publicly linked to Lillian’s logic made him want to release enough pheromones to choke the room into silence.

Thomasina maintained her academic composure. She didn’t argue with street-fighters; she simply looked away, as if Lillian were a failed experiment not worth the data.

Then, a rumble of thunder hit the room. A cold, heavy snarl that flattened Lillian’s ego in a heartbeat.

“So, Seraphina is failing as a mate? Then that is my failure. Clearly, I didn’t raise the heir to the Blade Pack with enough discipline.” Edwin spoke.

The old Alpha’s voice carried the weight of a century. His eyes, recessed in a web of wrinkles but sharp as a hawk’s, locked onto

Lillian.

The Alpha aura in the room surged like a tide, cold and jagged.

“Why don’t you just call me incompetent to my face? Tell me I’m too old to manage my own lineage. Is that what you’re getting at?”

The color vanished from the Davis’ faces.

“Sir… please, I didn’t mean… how could I blame you?” Lillian stammered, her knees literally knocking together. The primal terror of a High Alpha’s wrath had her on the verge of collapse.

Connor moved faster. He shoved Lillian behind him and nearly tripped over his own feet to get in front of Edwin. “She’s a fool! She’s never seen the world! I’ll handle her, I swear. Please, look at our history-don’t take her nonsense to heart.”

Edwin didn’t even blink. He looked through Connor with a silence more violent than a shout.

Connor, drenched in cold sweat, realized the door was closed. He turned to the Hales, bowing low. “Professor Hale, you’re right. We failed Vivian. We let her lose her way. Seraphina… we are beyond sorry for the trouble.”

Thomasina looked at him. “Since you’ve apologized on her behalf, we won’t dwell on the past. But how do you plan to settle the present?”

Connor wasn’t an idiot. He knew there was no exit without a sacrifice.

“Exactly as Seraphina requested. We will post a full clarification online. Every word. We’ll clear her name and the healing center’s reputation.”

“Dad!” Vivian and Lillian shrieked in unison.

“SHUT UP!” Connor barked, throwing them a look that promised a reckoning at home.

The deal was struck.

Connor didn’t wait around for the atmosphere to get heavier.

“Alpha Edwin, we’ll take our leave. We need to check on Rolf.”

He gestured for his wife and daughter to follow.

Vivian, eyes red and burning with spite, trailed behind her father.

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As she passed Mortimer, she let a thin, desperate thread of pheromones drift toward him-a scent of syrupy submission and a silent, “don’t leave me.

“Morty…” she whispered.

Mortimer didn’t even turn his head. His voice was a flat, arctic winter. “Go home. Do what your father told you.”

Vivian looked like she’d been struck.

She tried to find one last scrap of pity in his eyes, but Connor grabbed her arm and dragged her out. The door slammed behind them.

The room cleared out, leaving only the Hales, Seraphina, the two Craig men, and Professor Bauer.

“Alpha Edwin,” Bauer said, breaking the heavy silence. “I thought you were in New Zealand soaking up the sun. What brings you to LA in the middle of a freeze?”

Edwin cut his grandson a look of pure, unadulterated disgust. “I had to come back. Apparently, one of my descendants has lost his mind, and I had to see the wreck for myself.”

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