Third Person's POV
Mortimer let out a hollow laugh, his eyes stone-cold.
His Alpha aura surged through the office, intense and suffocating.
Still sprawled on the floor, Vivian paled, her eyes locked on Mortimer as he stood up with absolute indifference.
His tall, imposing frame cast a shadow over her as he looked down with contempt. "I've repaid you a hundred times over. Everything your family has—protection, status, wealth—all of it came from me. But you were never satisfied. You even reached for what was never yours—the place beside me as my mate."
Every word landed like a hammer blow, shattering the entitled certainty Vivian had clung to.
Trembling, she looked up, only to meet a pair of bloodshot eyes—cold and utterly merciless.
Then Mortimer spoke again—and his words struck her
