All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SERAPHINA'S POVThe fragile silence was shattered as a piercing cry echoed down the sterile hallway."Papa! Where are you?"Every head turned in unison. My stomach plummeted as Celeste came into view—her golden hair whipping behind her, cheeks flushed from running. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, but her beauty remained utterly breathtaking.After ten years, my sister's sudden appearance struck me like a physical blow.I almost instinctively turned to Kieran, whose mouth had fallen open, staring at Celeste like she was a dream he was scared to wake up from. The raw longing in his eyes was enough to answer the question that had haunted me for a decade: his heart had never been mine."Tell me I'm not too late," Celeste begged, her voice breaking. When no one answered immediately, her knees buckled.Kieran moved faster than any werewolf had a right to. He caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her against his chest as my mother and brother descended into the huddle. Their tangled

SERAPHINA'S POVI returned from the lawyer's office feeling like my soul had been put through a shredder.Walking through the front door gave me a strange kind of anxiety. Maybe it was because I knew this was one of the last times I would be here again.I let my gaze roam the foyer, taking in every detail—Daniel's baby picture on the mantel, the portrait taken of Kieran when he was ordained Alpha, the picture of Daniel and me on his fifth birthday.There were no pictures of Kieran and me. Shocker.I headed straight for Kieran’s study. I had left early that morning, desperate to avoid him, to spare myself a repeat of last night’s devastation. I'd also been avoiding Daniel, I think.How could I look into those innocent eyes and explain that his family was breaking apart?My hand paused mid-knock when I saw Daniel itting in a chair in front of Kieran's desk like a visitor. Of course. Alpha Kieran, ever efficient. Last night he’d said he would explain our divorce to Daniel himself, and he’

SERAPHINA’S POVWaking in the hospital, the memory of the attack clung to me like a second skin—the metallic taste of fear, the crushing pressure of imminent death.I’d been on the quiet back road between the Lockwood estate and Nightfang territory, heading to pick up Daniel. Luck, it seemed, had finally run out for good. Though I knew the route, I’d somehow missed a turn, the signposts blurring into a meaningless smear through my tear-blurred vision. On pack lands, 911 was useless against a rogue. My fingers, slick with panic, fumbled for my phone. The stark, lonely truth hit me then: in a life of practiced invisibility, I had no one to call. No friends. No pack link to send a mental cry for help. My family’s numbers? Blocked. The final, silent testament to a decade of being erased.Then my car, as if sharing my despair, choked and died, leaving me a perfect, helpless target in a metal coffin.The rogue’s approach was a slow, predatory stalk. The shattering of the driver’s side window

SERAPHINA'S POV"Hi, Sera."His voice was deep and smooth, mildly amused—maybe because I was staring at him with my eyes popping out of my head.When I didn't move or say anything, he chuckled, the sound rumbling in the space between us. "I see I must have caught you at a bad time. I'll just—"He turned to walk away, and I gasped out of my frozen state. "Wait!"He turned back, an eyebrow raised."It's... you."His lips twitched. "Lucian Reed." He stretched out the tattooed arm to me expectantly.On autopilot, I reached out with my uninjured arm and took his hand. It was large and warm and swallowed mine. "Seraphina Bl—" No, not Blackthorne—not anymore. Not really Lockwood, either. Besides, he already knew my name."Uhm... come in, please." I stepped out of the doorway and gestured into the house."Thank you," Lucian said as he crossed the threshold. He towered over me, almost as tall as Kieran, and I took an instinctive step back."Th-this way."I led him to the living room and gesture

KIERAN'S POV“The financials are solid, and their growth trajectory is impressive,” Gavin, my Beta, reported, sliding a tablet across my desk. The screen displayed the sleek logo of Out of the Shadows. “They’ve expanded their operations into LA last year. Their model—providing sanctuary and training for wolves without packs, Omegas, the vulnerable—it’s garnered significant support.”I skimmed the report. A noble venture, on the surface. Gavin’s tone, however, held a note of subtle caution. “And the catch?”“Their Alpha, Lucian Reid. He’s… unconventional. Operates outside traditional pack hierarchies. There are whispers he’s poaching members from established packs by offering what they lack—acceptance, for those their own families shun.”The name meant nothing to me, but the description ignited a cold, familiar spark of irritation. The idea that inherent weaknesses could be so easily “solved” was naive. If it were that simple, Edward Lockwood, with all his resources and desperation to f