Third Person's POV
Seraphina assumed he was just losing his patience. She took a deep breath, offering a calm, practiced apology. "Sorry. I had to handle some things at home. I didn't mean to waste your time."
"Handle some things?" Mortimer thought, his blood starting to simmer. "Or were you busy saying goodbye to that low-life mutt?"
The more he thought about it, the more his vision blurred with rage. He was the CEO of the Craig Group, the Alpha of the Blades—and he was sitting in a car like a hired driver, waiting for his mate to finish coddling another man?
Where was he losing? Was it because the other guy knew how to beg? Or was it because she was the one supporting him?
"Seraphina, as my mate, you just kept your Alpha waiting for fifteen minutes."
His voice was cold, but there w
