Third Person's POV
Let alone her, even Mortimer himself couldn't think of a single reason why Seraphina should forgive him right now.
Yet, like a freezing traveler dying in the wasteland, he still looked at her with desperate, pleading eyes, craving redemption from his mate.
But Seraphina's wolf—the very core of her emotions—remained completely unfazed. After a split-second pause, she just calmly shook her head.
Mortimer's eyes instantly lit up. Deep within his dim gaze, a faint glimmer of his golden wolf pupils flashed. "Sera..."
"There's no such thing as forgiveness between us."
Seraphina continued, her voice as cold as a handful of snow. "Mortimer, I've never hated you."
Hearing those words, Mortimer didn't feel the relief or joy he should have.
Instead, his sharp instincts inst
