Seraphina's POV
He almost kissed me. He was seconds away from biting my neck, from marking me for good.
The things I used to pray for in my pathetic teenage dreams were about to happen, and I was the one who pulled the plug.
I'd spent ten years crawling out of the hole I dug for myself, trying to look at Mortimer as just a guy, not a god.
I couldn't let him drag me back into that swamp where I was always the second choice.
I knew the drill: last night wasn't love. It was just his wolf being horny, or his rut, or some chemical glitch in the mating bond.
Still, my chest felt like it was being squeezed by a rusty vice.
I sat in that walk-in closet until my head was clear, changed my clothes, and walked out.
I didn't want to deal with the "morning-after" fallout, so I did the only logi
