Third Person's POV
Mortimer couldn't wrap his head around it.
In his mind, he'd just made the ultimate sacrifice. He'd bent his knee, swallowed his pride, and offered a "get out of jail free" card for her infidelity. He expected her to jump at it—maybe even show a little gratitude for his saint-like patience.
Instead, she was doubling down. For another man.
"You love him that much?" Mortimer's eyes were a jagged, bleeding red. A low, broken sound—half-snarl, half-sob—rumbled in his chest.
"Yeah." Seraphina didn't hesitate. If she had to be the villain to keep Dash safe, so be it. She gave a firm, defiant nod.
"Alpha Mortimer, I'm not letting Dash interfere with your life. You have zero right to tell me to give him up."
She was done playing nice. She laid her final cards on the table
