Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Seraphina’s POV

When I got back to the main building, I found Trista sitting in her office. Her face was like stone, and I could tell she was fighting to keep her chaotic aura from leaking out.

I knocked on the open door and walked in. “What happened? Still no middle ground with Wilmot?”

Trista shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. If he keeps dragging his feet, I’ll just file for legal separation. Two years from now, that damn mating bond will be dead and buried anyway.”

She tried to sound casual, giving me a small smile. “It’s just two years. I’m not exactly in a rush to find someone new. The only people sweating are the Bloodmoon higher-ups.”

Watching her act like she was fine while her eyes were screaming with hurt made ache.

My best friend’s life was every bit as much of a train wreck as mine.

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When Trista became the Bloodmoon Luna, the Alpha family hated it. They treated her like trash because she was a rogue-born wolf-not “elite” enough for their precious lineage.

If Wilmot hadn’t gone to war with his own clan Council, using every dirty trick in the book to keep her, they never would have mated.

I’d seen them fight through hell to be together.

I’d actually believed she’d finally found a home. But who knew? The man who was once the most obsessed, the most devoted, would be the first one to let the relationship hit the rocks. 2

I figured if Trista actually broke the bond, the conservatives in the Bloodmoons-the ones who’d been trying to push Wilmot toward some other Alpha’s daughter—would be throwing a goddamn parade.

I sat across from her. “Are you 100% sure about cutting the bond?”

Trista nodded, a bitter smile touching her lips. “You know I wanted to walk away from the start. If he hadn’t insisted…”

I knew. Growing up in the foster system had made Trista look sunny on the outside, but she was deeply insecure.

An ancient, snobby clan like the Bloodmoon was never a world she wanted to touch.

When they first came for her, she’d tried to run.

She only gave him a chance because he looked her in the eye and promised he’d never let go.

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I guessed she’d only joined that pack for him. If he wasn’t there to hold her up anymore, then… the mating bond was just a cage.

The thought made me think of Mortimer.

Our situation was even more of a joke. No soul resonance, just a legal document.

The only upside was that when it ended, it would be a clean break. No messy emotional fallout.

“Whatever you decide, I’ve got your back,” I said.

Trista gave me a real smile this time, then paused. “I saw Mortimer earlier. Was he here for you?”

Thinking about his erratic behavior today made me lose all interest in talking about him. ” Maybe he’s sick. I didn’t ask.”

Though, looking at how he’d been acting, “sick” seemed like an understatement.

I didn’t stay long.

I’d used patients as an excuse to dodge Mortimer, but I really was swamped.

Once I left Trista, I buried myself in work for the rest of the afternoon.

By the time I finished my last surgery, it was officially the end of the shift.

I sat down and downed an energy drink to stop the room from spinning, and my phone lit up.

It was Caldwell again, still nagging me about the “soul healing” session.

I looked at the screen and let out a tired laugh.

I’d only known the guy for two weeks, but he was hovering over me like I was a lost pup.

I typed back a quick reply, “Going now.”

I wasn’t blowing him off. Even during my hospital stay, I’d realized I was spiraling. I wasn’t the type to wallow in self-pity or let my wolf-soul rot just because Mortimer was a prick. First thing this morning, I’d booked a session with a top-tier therapist.

My appointment was in thirty minutes. If I left now, I’d make it right on time.

I grabbed my bag and headed out.

The specialist I’d booked was a big name in soul healing.

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