Chapter 239

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Third Person's POV Vivian kept bringing up Caldwell, deliberately hinting that he coveted the Lycan throne for two reasons: first, to make Mortimer feel challenged, and second, to make him suspect Seraphina of infidelity. Deep within Mortimer's consciousness, his wolf, Barton, was raging, violently clawing at the walls of his mind. "Rip her apart, Mortimer! This lying she-wolf is slandering our Luna! The stench on her is making me sick! I want to tear her throat out!" Mortimer coldly replied in his mind, "Shut up, Barton. Kill her, and we lose Seraphina for good. I want that tumor cut out—root and all." Mortimer never even glanced at Vivian's bruised wrist. When she finished speaking, he remained silent. Vivian's sobs gradually subsided. Looking up, she found his expression even darke

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