Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Third Person’s POV

Mortimer stared at the screen, his eyes locked on Seraphina’s face.

She was sitting at the conference table, the picture of clinical calm. No fidgeting, no nervous tells.

She didn’t speak unless the panel asked for technical specifics.

When she did, her voice was a steady, logical scalpel, dissecting the details with a precision that left zero room for doubt. He remembered driving to the healing center last night for this exact reason.

But he’d let the “puppy” text and his own jagged jealousy blow his circuits. He’d picked a fight, lost his mind, and pulled a disappearing act to New York.

The irony tasted like ash. Seraphina was the one who had “betrayed” him, yet he was the one running away like a guilty man.

He couldn’t shake the look in her eyes when she brought up the separation-the calculated, cold distance of a woman who had already moved on.

“So? Why are you showing me this?” Mortimer snapped, shoving the phone back at Tade. “Seraphina is clearly at the top of her game. She doesn’t need my help.”

Tade stayed quiet. He knew better than to argue with a wolf in denial.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bring up irrelevant people during office hours?” Mortimer’s voice was a harsh rasp, vibrating with a frantic energy he couldn’t hide. He was using rage to cover the fact that he was drowning.

“Get out.”

“Understood. Won’t happen again.”

Mortimer’s knuckles turned a chalky white as he gripped the edge of his desk.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll step out now.”

Mortimer did not respond, only stared silently at the gloomy sky outside the window, his expression growing even darker. Tade turned to leave, but as his foot hit the hallway, a violent crash echoed from inside the office.

Mortimer had surged out of his chair so fast it flipped over.

His Alpha aura he’d been white-knuckling finally snapped, exploding through the room in a suffocating wave of pheromones.

He didn’t even grab his coat. He just marched past Tade, his eyes glowing with a feral, singular focus. “Call the pilot. We’re heading back to LA. Now.”

Tade blinked. I thought she was ‘irrelevant’? “Alpha? I thought we were staying for the week.”

Mortimer caught the look on Tade’s face and his expression shifted into something incredibly awkward.

He suppressed a jagged growl, his voice tight and paranoid. “What are you looking at? My hand hurts. I’m going back to LA to see a real doctor.”

Tade went totally numb.

“Right. Because the world-class medical facilities in Manhattan aren’t good enough for your scratch,” he thought to himself.

He didn’t say a word; he just started clearing the flight path.

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He knew if he didn’t get this Alpha back to Luna Seraphina’s scent soon, Mortimer was going to level the entire New York skyline.

The Hearing. Three Hours

The panel of legends had finished their deep dive into Rolf’s vitals and the surgical tapes. The lead cardiologist cleared his throat.

“The surgery performed by Dr. Hale was flawless. There is zero evidence of surgical error. The complication-the thrombus- has only one logical trigger: the dosage of anticoagulants in the patient’s system was insufficient.”

“Wait a minute,” Connor Davis barked, jumping on the opening. “Isn’t the dosage the responsibility of the primary surgeon?”

“According to the digital records in the Shadowfang system,” Professor Bauer said, pulling up the charts for the room to see,” Dr. Hale’s orders were precise and medically sound. The dosage she prescribed was exactly what the patient required.”

“So what does that mean?” Lillian shrieked. “You’re saying the dose was right, but he didn’t get enough? Are you trying to play word games with us while my son almost died?”

“Dr. Hale’s orders were correct,” Bauer said, his voice hard. “The hospital is currently investigating why the actual delivery of the medication didn’t match those orders.”

“Or maybe you’re just looking for a scapegoat to cover for your star pupil,” Lillian sneered, rolling her eyes.

“I told Morty we shouldn’t have trusted her with my brother,” Vivian added. She left the sentence hanging, letting the media fill in the blanks with whatever toxic narrative they wanted.

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