Third Person's POV
Mortimer could win any boardroom battle or territory war, but with Seraphina, every punch he threw felt like hitting a brick wall.
He glared at her, his chest heaving, his eyes bloodshot with pure frustration.
"I just look at Dash as a younger brother," Seraphina sighed, trying to reason with him. "If you want to be petty about it, that's on you."
Mortimer felt a vein in his temple throbbing violently.
A brother?!
That made him even madder. "Is that the kind of roleplay they're into?" He was shaking with rage.
"You're really unstable right now. Either let me drive or pull over. You need to calm down." Seraphina tightened her grip on her seatbelt.
She was seriously worried this Alpha was losing his mind and might drive them straight into a concrete wall.
She wasn
