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 room.
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."
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 comi
