All Chapters of My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Seraphina's POV She wasn't supposed to be back until tonight.My hands went still on the flour sack and my mind raced to the Alpha's chambers. The sheets. The room. The scent of us that had soaked into every surface over three nights. Had he changed them? Had he aired the room? Had every trace of me been scrubbed from the surfaces I'd been pressed against?"Best get the welcome tray ready." Gemma's voice pulled me back. "You know how she gets when things aren't prepared."I made the tray on autopilot. Tea, honey cakes, the small white cups Octavia preferred, a cloth napkin folded into the shape she liked. My hands were steady because I'd spent three years making this tray and my body could do it with my eyes closed.I carried the tray to the front hall and Octavia was already there, stepping out of her traveling cloak while two maids fussed around her. She looked rested, her skin glowing, her dark hair pinned up in a style I hadn't seen before with silver combs that must have been a

Seraphina's POV Ezra didn't explain what happened at the welcome ceremony.I stood there waiting for him to say her name or tell me what he'd felt or give me any piece of what I'd just watched crack him open in front of the whole pack. But he straightened his jacket and uncurled his fingers from the railing and looked at me with that polite tired expression I'd lived with for three years."I should go greet the delegation," he said, and walked away.I watched him cross the hall toward Alpha Corvin's group with his shoulders straight and his hands steady and his face giving away nothing, and if I hadn't seen him thirty seconds ago gripping wood hard enough to leave nail marks in it I would have believed he was fine.But I had seen it. And the woman with the auburn braid was standing twelve feet from where Ezra was heading, and his path would take him right past her, and I held my breath as the distance closed.He walked past her without looking. His stride didn't break and his hands d

Seraphina's POVI spent the next morning watching everyone.Every servant who passed me in the corridor, every warrior who glanced my way in the dining hall, every member of Corvin's delegation who looked at me for half a second too long.I watched their faces for the flicker of recognition, the knowing smirk, the whispered aside to a friend that would tell me they were the one who stood outside the study last night and heard the Alpha with the Beta's wife.Nobody gave me anything. The kitchen hummed with the usual breakfast chaos, Gemma handed me a tray without comment, and the pack went about its morning like the world hadn't shifted on its axis while I slept.If someone knew, they were keeping it to themselves.I carried the breakfast tray to the dining hall and set it on the sideboard and that's when I noticed Ezra.He was standing near the far wall talking to Ronan about patrol rotations, his posture easy and his voice carrying the low steady tone of a Beta running logistics. But

Seraphina's POVThe days after Ezra's confession changed the shape of everything.There was no emotional conversation, no pulling me aside to ask how I felt, no attempt to explain what he'd told Dax. Ezra went right back to being the quiet Beta who ran the pack house like clockwork, except now the clockwork had a gap in it and the gap was shaped like me and Dax.I noticed it for the first time two days after the garden conversation when Dax was supposed to attend a council meeting about winter grain storage and Ezra walked into the dining hall ten minutes before it started and announced to Ronan that the Alpha had been called to inspect the eastern watchtower and wouldn't be available until after dark.Dax hadn't been called anywhere. Dax was in the passage waiting for me, and the council meeting ran without him because his Beta had lied to his advisor's face without blinking.The second time was more subtle. Ezra swapped the patrol rotation so that the corridor outside the Beta's qua

Seraphina's POV"Not yet." I sat up straight and changed my angle so every stroke rubbed my clit against the base of his cock and the pressure coiled tighter in my belly with each roll of my hips.My wetness was running down his shaft and pooling at the base and soaking into the sheets that I would have to wash in the morning and I wanted them ruined. Every drop of evidence soaking into the fabric of the one room where I was supposed to be the good wife, the quiet wife, the wife who lay still and took her loneliness without complaint."You feel what you do to me?" I took his hand from the pillow and pressed it between my legs where his cock was splitting me open, and his fingers found my clit slippery and swollen and he rubbed it in tight circles while I rode him faster."This is what I wanted. This is what I touched myself to in the dark while my husband slept in the next room. Your hands. Your cock. Your name in my mouth when I came with my fingers inside me pretending they were you