Third Person's POV
Seraphina frowned, genuine confusion in her eyes. "Is there really anything left for us to talk about?"
She wasn't playing hard to get. She honestly couldn't fathom what else they had to discuss besides the formal termination of their marriage and severing the bond.
Mortimer's jaw tightened. He cast a venomous, defensive glare at Caldwell. By all laws of nature and the pack, he was her destined Alpha. Yet tonight, another man stood in his place.
"Sir," Mortimer said, his voice dropping an octave as he looked at Caldwell. "Would you mind giving us a moment? I need to speak with my wife. Alone."
Caldwell's sharp brow arched at the title. A mocking smirk played on his lips. "Alpha Mortimer, just call me Caldwell. There's no need to use such a formal title with me. I'm
