Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Seraphina’s POV

Lunch break finally rolled around. I’d just finished my morning rounds when Trista pushed open my office door.

“Sera, come on. Let’s get some food.” Her head popped around the door, her face etched with exhaustion.

“Right behind you.” I set down the charts for my next cardiac patient and followed her out.

The dining area at the healing center was usually a quiet sanctuary.

We’d just sat down with our trays when the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic was suddenly blown away by a heavy, aggressive wave of cedar.

We both looked up. It was Wilmot.

The second Trista saw him, her smile vanished. She dropped her gaze to her tray, staring at her food as if she could build a psychological wall through silence alone.

“Trista. I didn’t agree to dissolve the bond. We need to talk.” 1

Wilmot stood by the table, maintaining his “Alpha in charge” persona even in a public cafeteria. He refused to budge.

He was strikingly handsome in a cold, sharp way-silver-rimmed glasses and eyes that slanted upward, giving him an air of sophisticated danger.

At nearly six-foot-three, his presence was a physical weight. Every eye in the room was locked on our table.

I glanced at him and couldn’t help but think of Mortimer.\

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They were different styles, but the same kind of man: experts at using raw masculine charm to steal a heart, and even better at tearing that person apart when their control started to slip.

“I’ve thought long and hard about ending this, Wilmot. There’s nothing to talk about. If you’re not here to sign the papers, please leave,” Trista said, her voice like ice.

Wilmot didn’t move, but his face darkened at the rejection. “Trista, I never betrayed you. I’m not ending this mating. Why won’t you just listen to my explanation?”

His voice rose, and his emotional spikes made the air feel thin. People started whispering.

Trista was turning a sickly shade of gray from the embarrassment.

This was a place of healing and logic; she didn’t want to be the center of a pack drama.

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She set her fork down and stood up. “Fine. We’ll talk outside. Don’t disturb everyone else.”

She started to move, but I stepped in her way.

“If you don’t want to talk to him, don’t.”

Wilmot’s patience, already redlining, finally snapped.

He looked at me with pure hostility, like I was a roadblock standing between him and his property.

“Seraphina, worry about your own mess with Mortimer. Trista and I will handle our business. “Trista flared up at the warning in his tone. 2.

She stepped in front of Wilmot, her gaze freezing over. “Don’t bring anyone else into this. You want to talk? Let’s go.”

“Trista,” I called out.

She gave me a look that told me she could handle it. I looked Wilmot dead in the eye, using every bit of Luna authority I had left. “Go,” I said coldly.

After they left, I was stuck eating lunch alone.

But I was too worried about Trista to taste anything.

I’d only taken a few bites when the antiseptic scent was washed away again-this time by a familiar, heavy pine.

Someone pulled out the chair opposite me. I looked up. It was Mortimer.

“What are you doing here?” I asked immediately.

I figured he was here for Wilmot.

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“Looking for Wilmot? He’s on the bridge with Trista. She didn’t want to see him, so do us a favor and take him home.”

Mortimer, whose schedule was booked until next month, couldn’t possibly come here just to

see me.

Mortimer didn’t say anything. He just sat down.

First Wilmot, now him. My morning was officially ruined.

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