Third Person's POV
"Be my guest," Seraphina said, her voice dropping to zero degrees.
"You... you just wait!" Vivian spat the words through gritted teeth, turning on her heel and stomping off.
She was so blinded by her own theatrical rage that she seemed to have forgotten she actually came to the clinic to see her brother.
Seraphina watched her silhouette vanish at the end of the hall, the small smirk on her face fading into something tired.
She thought about Vivian's little boast—that Mortimer had promised to mate with her.
Suddenly, the puzzle pieces clicked.
She finally understood why Mortimer, who treated Vivian like a fragile glass doll, had signed that contract with her instead.
Vivian was stuck overseas, recovering. Mortimer needed a female wolf to shut the pack elders up an
