Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Seraphina’s POV

“Damn it…” A low, feral snarl ripped from Mortimer’s throat.

The shock and rage were too much; his Alpha pressure leaked out in a suffocating wave, slamming into everything in the rooin.

He whipped around to look at me, and I saw a flash of pure, unadulterated panic in his eyes.

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard. He stared at me, his voice a shredded rasp. “Vivian did this. I’ll… I’ll make her apologize. Right now.” 1

He grabbed his phone, his movements frantic.

But for some reason, his hands were shaking so bad he couldn’t even swipe the screen. He kept fumbling, missing the call icon

over and over.

At the same time, he started pushing out a soft, warm thread of his scent-trying to cut through the freezing air to wrap around me, trying to soothe the low-level growl coming from my wolf.

I didn’t want it. I dialed up my own mental walls, building an invisible barrier that shut his “apology” scent out. No mercy.

I reached out and caught his hand, stopping the call. I turned my back on the graveyard of flowers.

“Forget it,” I said, my voice hollow. “The garden needed a change anyway.”

I walked back into the house without waiting for a reply. Mortimer followed on my heels.

He seemed stunned by how calm I was; he was walking on eggshells, keeping his pace light as he shadowed me.

“What kind of flowers do you want?” he asked, his tone low and desperate. “I’ll get the landscape designers here tomorrow. Or… we can just replant exactly what you had. Same layout. Everything.”

The tension in his voice was vibrating. I just shook my head.

“Don’t bother. I’m too busy for gardening anyway. Just hire someone to tear it all out. Put in some low-maintenance hardscaping. Whatever.”

“But what do you like?” he pressed, his voice rising in a needy, pleading note. “I’ll have them build whatever you want.”

“I don’t care, Mortimer. Do what you want.”

I rubbed my temples, the fatigue hitting me like a physical weight. I hesitated for a few seconds before I finally let the words drop. “We need to talk.”

Mortimer’s massive frame seemed to sway.

I could feel the entire atmosphere in the room tighten until it was brittle.

“Okay,” he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed on me.

I sat on the sofa. That jagged, ugly bloodstain was still there, a constant reminder of the mess we were in.

“What’s on your mind?” He stood a few feet away, his lips pressed into a hard, white line.

I struggled to find the right opening for something this heavy.

After a long, brutal silence, I just forced it out. “Maybe… we should just end the contract early.”

The second the words hit the air, Mortimer’s pupils snapped shut.

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The beast took over. The “civilized Alpha” mask cracked, and his pupils shrank into lethal, vertical slits. For a heartbeat, a predatory green wolf-light flared in his eyes.

“What did you say?!” His voice boomed, and a wave of pure, violent aura exploded through the hall.

It was a kill-signal. The weight of it sucked the oxygen right out of the room; the furniture groaned under the stress.

He was fighting to keep from shifting, but his right hand-the one I’d just stitched-was shaking with such force that fresh, bright blood started soaking through the white gauze again.

I ignored the blood. I didn’t blink. “I said we should end the contract. Now.”

It was the only logical move. I’d be free from Vivian’s psycho games; he could go be with her without the ‘mate’ baggage. 1

Everyone wins. I figured a man as rational as Mortimer-a CEO and an Alpha-would see the math.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

The air turned ice-cold. Finally, his voice came through the dark, sounding like it was dragged over broken glass.

“You want to break the mating bond?”

‘Break the mating bond’ sounded too poetic. For us, ‘terminate the agreement’ was more accurate.

But legally? Yeah. That was the word.

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