Third Person's POV
It was that same automated female voice again.
At this point, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, Vivian couldn't deny the cold, hard truth: Mortimer had blocked her.
Mortimer—the man who had always catered to her every whim and let her get away with absolutely anything—had blocked her!
"How is this possible? How could this happen..."
Vivian collapsed onto the rug, completely unable to wrap her head around it.
He had spoiled her so rotten over the years that she couldn't fathom the idea of the high-and-mighty Alpha suddenly revoking all her special privileges.
She scrambled to grab her phone, opened her messaging app, and stubbornly shot Mortimer a text. She fell back on what she did best—playing the victim to trigger his protective instincts.
"Mortim
