Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Third Person’s POV

Mortimer sat in the back of the Bentley, staring a hole through the iMessage thread on his phone.

The text he’d sent Seraphina minutes ago sat there, a lonely blue bubble marked “Delivered,” with zero sign of a reply.

“It’s raining. I’m coming to pick you up.” It was like shouting into a void.

Mortimer felt a slow-burn rage tightening his chest, making every breath feel heavy.

“Real smooth, Seraphina,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

In the driver’s seat, George caught a glimpse of his boss in the rearview mirror.

Alpha Mortimer was radiating a level of cold that felt like it was frosting the windows.

George shrunk into his collar, trying to turn himself into part of the upholstery.

“Forget it. Let’s go,” Mortimer snapped.

“Yes, Alpha.”

George went to shift into drive, but Mortimer cut him off again. “Wait.”

George looked back. Mortimer was staring out at the rain, his expression dark. He held out a hand. “Give me the umbrella.”

“Right away, sir.” George scrambled to grab the heavy black golf umbrella from the center console and handed it over.

Mortimer stepped out into the drizzle, his stride long and aggressive as he headed for the main entrance.

He tried calling her while he walked, but the ringing just timed out into a flat dial tone. She wasn’t picking up.

His face went from dark to thunderous.

The rain kicked up off the pavement, soaking the hem of his expensive suit pants.

Logic told him to turn around and stop acting like a desperate teenager, but his feet weren’t listening. He pushed through the lobby doors.

“Alpha Mortimer?” A woman’s voice, sharp with confusion, stopped him.

He looked up. It was Trista, heading back to her office.

Mortimer gave her a stiff nod.

He could feel the frost coming off her. As Seraphina’s best friend, Trista had made it clear she had zero time for the man who’d spent three years ghosting his own mate. She didn’t like him, and she wasn’t hiding it.

“Are you lost? This is the admin wing, not the VIP suites,” Trista said, her tone clipped.

Mortimer didn’t have the patience for small talk. “Where’s Seraphina? I’m here to take her home.”

Trista blinked, then let out a sharp, mocking laugh that sounded like a slap.

“Then you’re about ten minutes too late. Sera clocked out and left a while ago.”

Mortimer went still. The air around him dropped another ten degrees.

After a brutal silence, he managed a forced “Thanks.”

He popped the umbrella and stepped back out into the grey blur.

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Chapter 51

+15 Bonus

Back at the car, George saw Mortimer returning with a face that looked like it belonged on a funeral director. He didn’t wait; he jumped out into the rain to wrench the door open, then scrambled back into the driver’s seat to escape the suffocating aura rolling off the back seat.

“Back to the pack?”

“Yeah.”

George gripped the wheel, his foot trembling slightly on the gas.

Even with the heater blasting, he felt like he was trapped in a freezer. One wrong move and Mortimer might actually explode.

“Man, he’s taking this ‘no-show’ hard,” George thought, checking the mirror.

The rain showed no signs of letting up.

George watched the wipers battle the downpour, his mind wandering.

He kept stealing glances at the back seat, where Mortimer was swallowed by a jagged, black mood.

“What a scene,” George mused.

“The rain, the hero getting dumped, the Alpha getting the cold shoulder… it’s like a bad Hollywood drama.” He let out a dry,

silent chuckle.

Meanwhile, Seraphina was at the pet hospital, sitting with Dash.

The pup was looking way better, his energy finally coming back.

After she finished feeding him some high-end wet food, she headed for the vet’s office to double-check the discharge papers.

She walked in just as Dr. Smith, usually a total pro, was humming a tune and spritzing himself with cologne.

A fine mist of the scent hit Seraphina as she entered.

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