All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KIERAN’S POVI knew I’d made a mistake the moment she refused the seafood.It wasn’t what she said—it was how she said it.Her tone wasn’t accusatory. It was calm, factual. Beneath it lay a quiet, restrained edge that cut straight through me.I wanted to say something, anything, but nothing I could offer would change the truth embedded in her tone—that there were entire years of her life I knew nothing about. Moments I’d forfeited.And this—this gesture, this echo of the dream she once wrote—was supposed to be my way of making things right.Except, watching her now across the candlelit table, calmly instructing the waiter to cancel the special seafood platter I’d preordered, I realized just how far off the mark I was.All I’d done was remind her of a version of us that had never existed.Sera wasn’t the woman from the story.And I wasn’t the man she imagined beside her.Daniel chattered between us, filling the silence with his boyish enthusiasm.He talked about his training and his ins

SERAPHINA’S POVThe Lockwood manor looked softer, less imposing than it had the last time I came.I expected to feel the same twist of anxiety that had accompanied me—but instead, a stillness settled within me. Not comfort, but no longer discomfort either. A kind of tentative equilibrium.My mother greeted us at the entrance herself. “Seraphina, darling!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.“Hello, mother,” I greeted, a little caught off guard by her bubbliness.She was wearing makeup today, and, though I was surprised, I was glad for it. It meant that grief over my father and worry about Celeste hadn’t outweighed the most important thing to her: appearances.“And Daniel, look at you! You’ve grown again, haven’t you?”Daniel grinned, puffing his chest a little. “Maybe just a little.”“Oh, I’d say more than a little,” she laughed, squeezing his cheeks. “Come in, both of you. Ethan’s just finishing getting ready before Maya and her family arrive.”The manor’s great hall was as g

SERAPHINA’S POVLunch went better than I’d expected—shockingly so, actually.Once the twins’ earlier chaos had settled, the atmosphere loosened.My mother and Sarah engaged in a gentle, yet enthusiastic, discussion about garden herbs, while Devin, Maxwell, and Ethan exchanged polite small talk about pack politics.Daniel, ever the little diplomat, tried his best to win the twins over—showing them how to fold napkins into wolf shapes and tossing in a playful imitation of a pup’s howl that drew a few reluctant smirks. I took it as a good sign.By the time plates were cleared and the last of the pumpkin tarts disappeared, laughter had replaced the tension that had crept in with Maxwell and the twins’ arrival.Maya stretched back in her chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. “That was divine, Mrs. L, thank you.”Smile lines spread in the corners of my mother’s eyes as she smiled at Maya. “Thank you, dear. I’ll give your compliments to the chef.”As my mother ushered Devin and Sarah toward th

SERAPHINA’S POVMy mother’s voice pulled me back to the present.“Seraphina, dear?”I blinked, the memory dissolving like mist. The sketchpad still lay open beside me, Kieran’s penciled profile gazing toward the window.There was moisture dripping down my cheek.“Oh—sorry,” I said quickly, brushing under my eyes before my mother could notice. Emotion still lingered from the memory, but I forced a steadier tone. “Just got lost in thought. Remembering something.”She stood at the doorway, her expression caught between fondness and worry. “Good memories, I hope?”I held back a derisive snort and gave a noncommittal shrug. “Old ones.”That was when I noticed that the space beside me was empty. Gods, how long was I zoned out for?“Maya?” I asked.“Off somewhere with her nephews,” Mother said, shaking her head. “Those boys are full of energy. I do hope they don’t exhaust her like they’ve done their poor father.”I smiled faintly. “Maya can handle them.”My mother hesitated before stepping cl

SERAPHINA’S POVThe next morning, I took Daniel to be fitted for his ceremonial attire.For generations, the Blackthorne family had trusted a single tailor—Henry Whitlow, an elderly craftsman whose hands, though lined with age, still carried the precision of decades spent dressing Nightfang Alphas.These days, Henry mostly sent his apprentice to handle fittings, but for this occasion, Kieran had insisted on having the old man himself oversee every stitch of Daniel’s outfit.“It’s tradition,” Kieran had said when we spoke about it last night, his voice carrying a subtle stiffness and politeness. “Henry tailored my first ceremonial coat. And my father’s. It’s only right that he makes Daniel’s, too.”Kieran had offered to take him, but Daniel insisted on going with me. I would have asked Kieran to come, but we’d had too many outings as a ‘family’ and I was still reeling from the last one.Henry’s shop sat on a quiet street near the edge of the city. The narrow, ivy-draped building looked