Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290

Third Person’s POV

Mortimer, his own hands covered in blood, had clocked him. Driven by rage, Mortimer tensed his hands as sharp wolf claws tore through his skin. The sickening crunch of shifting bones and the heavy weight of a partial werewolf aura backed the blow.

“Are you out of your mind? No one could have seen this coming,” Mortimer growled. “You failed to protect your own mate. You have zero right to blame mine!”

With a low growl, Mortimer’s clawed hands moved in a blur, landing a series of punches to Wilmot’s face.

Wilmot took the hits, not bothering to put up his wolf’s defenses. He crumpled to the ground, his face twisted in pain and despair.

He looked like he wanted to cry, but no sound came out.

He gasped for air, his red eyes hollow with hopelessness. His heavy, ragged breathing was the only way he could process the grief tearing at his chest.

“You have no reason to blame Sera. She survived because she got lucky. That doesn’t give you the right to hold her life against her.”

Caldwell, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

He glared at Wilmot with disgust. “She and I were kidnapped by Moses’s guys the other night. If we hadn’t been lucky enough to get away, we’d be dead right now, too.

“Instead of blaming that lunatic Moses, you’re blaming her for staying alive. Do you have any shame?”

Wilmot stayed quiet. He knew blaming Seraphina was unfair, but pointing the finger at someone else made it easier to stomach his crushing guilt over Trista.

Caldwell shifted his attention to Mortimer. His eyes darkened with quiet hostility, the tips of his fangs barely visible.

“Mortimer. You came after all.”

Mortimer met his gaze. Between the shady operations involving Abigail he’d uncovered on that shipping route and this latest bombing, Mortimer’s expression hardened into venom. His eyes flashed with a dangerous werewolf glare.

Reaching back, he pulled Seraphina behind him, shifting into a protective Alpha stance.

He locked onto Caldwell’s mocking stare. “Was this bombing Moses’s call?”

Caldwell’s smirk slipped a fraction. “Why do you ask?” he shot back. “Do you think I had something to do with it?”

Mortimer ignored Caldwell. The area was unstable, and getting Seraphina to safety was his priority. He turned to her. “Sera, let’s head back.”

From behind Mortimer, Seraphina looked up at Caldwell.

He looked past Mortimer to meet her gaze.

He couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes, but it set off an alarm in his head, stirring a deep, primal unease within his wolf.

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Mortimer ignored Caldwell. The area was unstable, and getting Seraphina to safety was his priority.

He turned to her. “Sera, let’s head back.”

Seraphina didn’t budge. She looked over at Wilmot, who was slumped on the ground in a numb daze. “Have they found Trista?” she asked.

Wilmot didn’t answer. The agony and desperation on his face deepened.

Mortimer answered for him. “They’re still looking,” he said, his voice softening.

“As long as she hasn’t been found, there’s hope. Go back with the rescue team. I’ll stay here and help Wilmot search.”

He knew she wouldn’t be able to rest until Trista was found.

“I promise you, dead or alive, we’ll bring Trista back. Please, get on the plane, okay?”

Seraphina stood her ground. “Let the others board first. I’ll wait for the next flight.”

A crowd was waiting to evacuate. Along with the medical team that had arrived earlier, several citizens and engineers stationed in Ukraine were desperate to leave.

The safe zone had guaranteed their security before, but no one had anticipated the Moses armed forces being this

violent.

If they could bomb this safe zone today, there was nothing stopping them from hitting another one tomorrow.

Because of that, every citizen working in the country demanded an escort home.

On top of the government transports, the Craig Group had sent its private rescue planes.

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