Third Person's POV
After Seraphina left, Mortimer sat alone in the dining room.
A faint, lingering scent of pine remained on the table—the scent of his Luna—but it was fading fast, as if a vital connection were being forcibly severed.
He stared at her empty chair, his mind a chaotic mess of confusion and helplessness.
This was the first time he'd seen Seraphina use her phone during a meal.
More than that, it was the first time in days he'd seen her give a genuine smile.
But that smile had absolutely nothing to do with him.
She hadn't screamed at him. She was still polite, still composed. But his sharp Alpha senses could feel it—Seraphina was methodically withdrawing from every part of his life.
The realization made his heart sink.
He went to work at the corporate headquarters, but
