All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SERAPHINA’S POVThe warmth of Lucian’s body still clung to me, his scent an intoxicating fog around me. For a heartbeat, I wished I could stay wrapped in him and let the world wait.But reality—aka Maya freakin’ Cartridge—was clawing its way back in.“She’s bound to find you sooner or later,” Lucian murmured, and I shuddered as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot behind my ear.He sounded both amused and faintly annoyed.I sighed and turned to press a quick kiss to his temple before pulling away. “I should go. She probably panicked when she woke and found me gone.”His hand tightened around mine briefly, reluctant, then loosened. “Go. Before she barges in and rains hell on me for stealing you away.” A wicked grin tugged at his lips. “Though I doubt that will make me feel much remorse.”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile that broke through. My pulse was still racing from the intensity of what had almost happened between us.I touched his jaw one last time, memorizin

SERAPHINA’S POVI’d spent most of my life doing it, so keeping to myself came naturally.That’s why, other than passing greetings, I never really related closely to any of the other OTS trainees, except for rare occasions of the parties or group drills.But I knew who Jessica was—everyone did.Up close, she wasn’t what most people imagined when they thought of an Omega.Her frame was lean but honed, every movement coiled with tension, with potential energy that could explode in an instant.Her gaze was cool, assessing, her mouth curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost reminded me of Maya—except that meeting Maya hadn’t sent a foreboding chill down my spine.“Well, well,” she drawled, folding her arms. “The miracle trainee herself.”I kept my expression neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me bristle. “Excuse me,” I said, angling to step past her.But she shifted with me, blocking the path like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.Up close, I co

SERAPHINA’S POVWhen I asked Lucian if he wanted to come in after he dropped me off, my heart was pounding in my throat.It didn’t look like we would have any interruptions tonight, and the thought of what that meant—finishing what we started in the hotel—had me wiping sweaty palms against my jeans.But then Lucian pulled out Uno cards, and the laugh that burst out of me carried away all the tension and anxiety.An hour later, we were still sitting cross-legged on the carpet, a half-empty bottle of wine between us.I leaned forward, hair tumbling loose over my shoulders as I smirked.“Uno!” I flicked my last card onto the pile.I giggled as Lucian groaned, dropping his cards down and accepting his sixteenth consecutive defeat.“Your luck is terrible,” I teased. “Do you even know how to shuffle?”He shook his head. “Those cards are cursed.”I snorted. “They’re your cards. Awn, the big scary Alpha is shit at children's games, that’s so adorable!”His scowl was mock-serious. “Careful, Ser

MARGARET’S POVThe drive home passed by in a haze, but I hardly noticed the route. Each turn slipped by unnoticed, my mind caught somewhere else entirely.Finally, the Lockwood Manor loomed before me—our home. Except it didn’t feel like a home. It hadn’t in months.Not since Edward’s laughter no longer echoed through the halls, not since Ethan buried himself in pack duties and found his comfort in the arms of his mate.Not since Celeste returned to our lives—just to move in with Kieran almost immediately.What remained was silence. The kind that pressed on the chest like a weight, the kind that made the clink of a spoon against porcelain sound deafening.I sat in the entryway for a long time, staring at Edward’s coat still hanging on the rack. We’d been about to go out; he was halfway through tugging it on when the call of the attack came through.In his haste, he’d shrugged it off and tossed it aside.And there it had stayed for the past three months, untouched, as if waiting for him

SERAPHINA’S POVMy days off were as rare and precious as hidden gems.No rigorous training schedule. No sadistic drills threatening to kill me. No psychotic trainer doing her very best to combust my eardrums.The only downside was that I was so used to movement and action that I spent all of twenty extra minutes in bed before I got too restless and shot to my feet.I turned the energy on the house. I tackled the sink full of dishes, wiped down the shelves, and even folded the laundry that had grown into a mini mountain, moving from chore to chore until the rooms felt lighter.By the time I finished, the floors gleamed and the house smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and lavender air freshener.Still, it wasn’t enough. The restlessness lingered, drumming through my veins. My gaze drifted out the window to where the lawn waited, strewn with dry leaves like a silent challenge.Grabbing the rake, I stepped outside. The late-summer air wrapped around me, thick with the scent of grass and appl