Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280

Third Person’s POV

Mortimer found himself thinking back to the years they had spent together. Every holiday, Seraphina would celebrate with him at the Blade pack.

She always stayed quietly by his side, nibbling at the desserts the Omegas had prepared while occasionally chatting with Edwin.

She was remarkably well-read. No matter what topic Edwin brought up, she kept the conversation flowing effortlessly, never once letting an awkward silence fall.

Every year, the pack prepared sparklers and other small fireworks for the holiday. Velda was always the only one playing with them.

He had assumed Seraphina didn’t enjoy fireworks. After all, whenever Velda invited her to join in, she always declined with a polite smile.

Once, Velda tried to drag her into joining the fun. Seraphina had looked visibly uncomfortable yet too polite to refuse outright.

So Mortimer stepped in and turned Velda down on her behalf.

Then he’d told Seraphina that if she didn’t want to do something, she could say no.

But now…

She obviously loved sparklers. And she was having so much fun.

“Maybe…” Mortimer thought bitterly. “It isn’t about the fireworks. It’s simply because the person beside her is Caldwell.”

The thought struck him like a knife. A violent pain exploded in his chest-the instinctive backlash of losing his mate. His face drained of color, and even his black wolf let out low, anguished whimpers.

He wanted to walk over. Yet he knew he didn’t belong there.

His presence-unwelcome as it surely was- would probably ruin her mood.

In the end, he lowered his eyes and turned away.

Without another glance, he tossed the bag of fireworks he’d carefully picked out into a nearby trash can.

As though the sky itself shared his sorrow, snow suddenly began to fall after several clear days.

Pure white snowflakes drifted silently through the night, landing on his hair, making him look even more lonely.

“Mortimer, do you know the belief about the first snowfall?

“If two people walk together through it, they’ll stay together forever. With the snow falling around us right now… do you think we’ll grow old together?”

Seraphina’s voice suddenly echoed in Mortimer’s mind. It had been this same holiday last year. For once, he’d had an evening free, and the two of them had walked home together.

Just like tonight, snow had begun to fall without warning.

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That was when Seraphina had asked him that question.

A whole year had passed. Yet at this moment, the memory came back to him with startling clarity.

Back then, he’d been stunned by her question, his heart skipping several beats.

He’d stared into her smiling eyes, so captivated that he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

But before he could answer, she had laughed and brushed it off.

“I’m just kidding! The snow made me think of it. I scared you, didn’t I?”

He’d noticed the hint of sadness in her eyes, so why had he ignored it?

Because he didn’t think it was a big deal? Or because he didn’t care about how she felt at all?

She must have been heartbroken, right?

Mortimer, you were such a heartless fool.

The more Mortimer thought about it, the more his heart ached.

Snowflakes settled on his trembling lashes, glimmering alongside the unshed tears in his eyes.

He didn’t dare look back. He had no right to ask her for another chance.

Perhaps letting her be with Caldwell was what would truly make her happy.

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After they’d nearly finished all the fireworks Caldwell had brought, Seraphina brushed the snow from her coat.” The snow’s getting heavier. We’d better head back.”

She studied his expression and asked, “So? Feeling a little better now?”

Caldwell froze, then smiled and patted her head. “You stayed out here with me all this time just to try and make me feel better?”

Seraphina smiled and didn’t deny it.

“It’s a holiday,” she said. “You’re supposed to enjoy yourself. No more sulking, okay?”

Caldwell nodded. “Alright.”

Back home, Caldwell headed straight to his room.

The moment he stepped inside, his phone rang-it was Mortimer.

The warmth instantly vanished from Caldwell’s eyes, replaced by the wary, predatory look of a wolf on guard.

Still, he answered the call. “What do you want, Mortimer?”

He deliberately drew out Mortimer’s name, his tone laced with unmistakable mockery.

Mortimer’s deep voice came through the receiver. “What do you want? Name it. I’ll give it to you.”

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