Ex-Mate Wants Me Back

Chapter 6

Seraphina's POV

I stood in the airport pickup zone, my hand resting quietly on the handle of my suitcase.

"Morty, hurry up! Humphrey said the guys are throwing us a welcome home party at the Wildwolf Club tonight."

That voice sliced through the air, and my grip on my luggage tightened.

Mortimer and Vivian.

Deep in my mind, Lily scratched restlessly. As they got closer, the scent of pine—the scent that belonged to my fated mate—started to wrap around my ankles like a suffocating vine. I kept my eyes down. I had zero desire to play nice. I just stared at the little car icon on my screen. Uber: two minutes away.

"Luna?"

Vivian's voice carried a note of forced confusion. I acted like I hadn't heard a thing.

"Luna Seraphina! Morty, look, it's Seraphina!"

Once she started using my name, ignoring her would just look petty. I let out a tired sigh, fixed my expression, and turned around.

Vivian was clinging to Mortimer's arm, waving at me with fake excitement before dragging him over. Mortimer looked like he was in a foul mood. The Alpha aura radiating off him was a physical weight, making the humans nearby pick up their pace without even knowing why. There was a ring of burnt gold around his pupils—a sign of pure irritation.

I met his sharp, blade-like gaze with a blank stare. Was he pissed because I'd dared to show up and ruin his "quality time" with Vivian?

"Luna Seraphina, you're just getting back too?" Vivian's eyes flickered with a split-second shadow of malice. Then, she buried herself deeper into Mortimer's side, her face twisting into a mask of guilt. "I am so, so sorry. If it wasn't for my breakdown, Morty wouldn't have ditched you in the glacial forest for Sweden. It's my fault. I'm so fragile, and I ruined your blood moon ritual. I'm truly sorry."

Right on cue, her eyes welled up.

I'd heard this kind of blatant provocation way too many times. I kept my smile professional and elegant, not letting a single pheromone slip. "It's fine. I understand."

Vivian's face froze for a beat. She bit her lip, and when she spoke again, her voice went up an octave, trembling violently. "No, Seraphina, you must hate Morty! Your eyes are like ice... you went missing for days without even a text. Are you punishing him with silence? Just scream at me instead! I'll do anything, just stop this cold-shoulder act with Morty!"

She reached out, trying to grab my sleeve, her "victim" act drawing stares from everyone around us. My Luna upbringing started to c***k at the seams. I thought I was numb, but a sharp, stinging sensation flared in the center of my chest. It was the physical feedback of a damaged bond—faint, but unmistakable.

I looked at Mortimer. He hadn't said a word. His golden wolf eyes were frozen over, judging me like I was some "failing Luna."

"Miss Davis, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not mad at... Alpha Mortimer," I said, giving her a shrug. I sounded as detached as if I were talking to a stranger from another pack. "As for not calling? Honestly, the scenery was just too beautiful. I was busy enjoying myself and forgot."

"Heh." A dry, sarcastic snort came from Mortimer.

My spine stiffened, but I didn't explain.

Just then, a flashy Rolls-Royce Wraith pulled up to the curb. Humphrey hopped out, his grin dying the second he saw me. "Luna Seraphina. You're... here too."

I gave him a polite nod.

Vivian took Mortimer's hand, giving me a smirk that didn't reach her eyes. "Humphrey's here. Morty, let's get in. We're blocking traffic."

Mortimer didn't move. He was staring at me with an unreadable expression.

Humphrey took off his sunglasses, looking between my lone suitcase and Mortimer's dark face. He gave a half-assed, formal apology. "My bad. I thought you were still traveling, so I brought the two-door Wraith. There isn't exactly room for four."

The Wraith was a two-door four-seater. Humphrey's girlfriend was already in the passenger seat. The two spots in the back were obviously meant for Mortimer and Vivian.

I knew Humphrey had never really accepted me. He was the one who'd commented on Vivian's post that Mortimer should just mate with her instead.

"It's fine. I already called a car. Go ahead, mine's here anyway."

"Luna Seraphina..." Humphrey started to offer some polite nonsense, but my ride pulled up right behind them.

"Goodbye." I waved, turned my back, and grabbed my suitcase, desperate to get away from his scent.

I hadn't even taken two steps before a violent, scorching Alpha energy exploded behind me. My wrist was snatched in a grip so tight it felt like my bones might snap. His fingers dug deep into my skin.

I could feel it—a faint but frantic tremor of possessiveness vibrating through his palm. It shot up my pulse and slammed into my mind, making Lily let out a whimper of pure terror.

Was he out of his mind?