All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

KIERAN’S POVThe message arrived while I was reviewing a trade route dispute I’d already read twice without absorbing a single word.‘Can we meet at noon? The café near the park.’I stared at the words longer than necessary, thumb hovering uselessly over the screen.My heart stuttered—a sharp, disorienting hitch, as if I’d misstepped on a stair I’d taken a thousand times before.My chest constricted in that familiar, dangerous way, hope tangled tightly with fear.Ashar stirred immediately, a low, restless presence unfurling through my chest.‘This is it,’ he rumbled, voice rough with anticipation. ‘Her answer.’“I know,” I murmured, not quite believing the words.I composed a reply, erased it. Tried again, erased that too. Each attempt felt more inappropriate than the last.‘Looking forward to it.’ Too eager.‘I’ll be there.’ Too cold.In the end, I settled for something simple.‘Of course. See you then.’I set my phone down and slumped back, exhaling hard as my heart hammered out a wi

SERAPHINA’S POVThe moment I stepped out of the café, my legs gave out.There was no spectacle, no dramatic swoon or collapse to draw curious eyes. Only a sudden, merciless absence of strength, as if the last thread holding me together had quietly snapped.Maya was there in an instant.I sensed her presence before I saw her, unwavering and strong, arms already circling me as my knees buckled.She caught me easily, one arm braced around my back, the other anchoring my weight against her hip.“Hey, hey,” she murmured, low and steady, like she was talking to a frightened animal. “I’ve got you.”The world spun, colors smearing at the edges of my vision. A wave of heat crashed over me, fierce and stifling, my heartbeat pounding like a frantic drum.I clutched at Maya's sleeve, fingers numb.She swore under her breath. “Okay. That was…fast.”I tried to laugh, but all that escaped was a fractured breath, thin and unsteady.“Guess I didn’t…pace myself,” I managed.She tightened her hold, jaw f

SERAPHINA'S POVThe room was hushed, dawn’s light faintly pressing against my eyelids. My body throbbed with that deep, echoing ache left behind when a fever finally broke—heavy, spent, but no longer aflame.I opened my eyes slowly.Like a déjà vu moment, Maya was curled in the chair beside my bed, her boots discarded near the wall, her jacket draped over the armrest.Her head drooped forward, dark braids spilling across her face, one hand still loosely tangled with mine as if she feared letting go, even in sleep.For a moment, my vision blurred.The edges of the present wavered, and suddenly I was small again, my body too light beneath thick blankets.The bed felt larger, the ceiling higher. A lamp burned low at the corner of the room, casting amber light over a familiar silhouette seated exactly where Maya sat now.Margaret Lockwood, younger than I remembered her ever being. No silver in her hair yet. No lines carved deep by years of careful restraint.She sat rigid in the chair, han

SERAPHINA’S POVSeraphina Lockwood.It had been so long since I answered to that name, and it felt strange in my mouth when I said it out loud.It wasn’t that it didn’t fit; it was that, for the first time in my life, it finally did.It was almost absurd how easy it had been—just a thumbprint and a signature, and that was that.“Well,” Ethan said, gathering the documents, unable to hide the joy in his smile. “You’re officially Seraphina Lockwood. Welcome back, sister.”I drew my knees close, my smile mirroring his.“Thank you. I—”In a heartbeat, something shifted.It felt like a seam giving way inside my chest, a hidden pathway opening where there had once been a wall.A soft gasp escaped me as my fingers curled into the sheets and my vision blurred.Ethan stiffened instantly. “Sera?”Before I could answer, his eyes went unfocused, his jaw tightening as another presence stirred—older, heavier, threaded with instinct and power. It wasn’t overwhelming or intrusive, just there, like a he

SERAPHINA’S POVLucian had been gone for days.No messages. No replies. No half-assed reassurances. Only a silence so absolute it pressed in on all sides, intentional as a locked door.Maya insisted it was normal.“He does this,” she said, leaning against the railing after training, arms folded as she watched me towel sweat from my neck. “Solo runs. He goes dark when he needs to. Comes back when he’s ready. It’s not a big deal, I promise.”I nodded as if I believed her.I tried to believe her.But the unease clung to me. It wedged itself between my ribs, a restless weight that grew denser with each sunrise he missed.Training helped—testing new anchor landscapes, practicing breathing exercises, grounding myself in rhythm instead of force. The burn in my muscles and the steady cadence of my heart left no room for anything else.But the moment I finished the last set, Lucian’s absence slipped back into focus.Something was off.When I finally gave in in the locker room and called him for