Third Person's POV
"No kidding," Tade muttered under his breath.
He was starting to think Mortimer's current move was officially off the rails. "Alpha Wilmot, is Luna Seraphina in real trouble?"
"Tell Mortimer his mate is currently being grilled in a global medical hearing! If this goes sideways, she loses her license, her job—everything! Tell him to get his a*s back to LA. Now!"
Wilmot didn't wait for an answer. He slammed the phone down.
Tade stood there for a beat, his brain a total blank.
Then he remembered the text from Yolanda. He swiped it open.
It was a livestream link.
The screen was filled with high-definition footage of the night Seraphina saved Rolf.
It was the aortic dissection—raw, clinical, and intense. In the background, a panel of top-tier surgeons was dissecting
