All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 331 - Chapter 339

SERAPHINA’S POVI followed Kieran up the short stone steps and into the cabin, the door creaking softly as he pushed it open ahead of me.Warmth wrapped around me as soon as I stepped inside, lingering in the wooden walls and the low glow of the lamps. The cabin was open but felt intimate, the living space flowing easily into a small kitchenette, all wood and stone softened by use rather than polish.A couch sat near the hearth with a throw draped over one arm, and the faint scent of cedar and old firewood hung in the air. It felt lived-in, quaint, and unexpectedly charming.I stepped fully inside, taking in the way the windows framed the dark forest outside like a painting, making it feel like a fairy tale.Kieran hesitated, hands sliding into his jacket pockets in a way that felt oddly…boyish.He glanced around, then back at me.“I had plans,” he said with a meek shrug. “I was going to come up earlier. Clean, set things up properly. Maybe flowers.” He nodded at the bag of leftovers i

MAYA’S POVThe term ‘heat’ was aptly coined.Not the usual decadent warmth of desire, but an innate, biological shift—clinging, raising my temperature, blurring emotion with sensation, refusing to be ignored.Dinner lasted barely an hour. We started composed—wine, quiet conversation, Ethan’s knee brushing mine—but the closeness became unbearable quickly.The heat coiled tighter with every passing minute, fed by the bond, by his proximity, by the way my body reacted faster than my mind could keep up with.I couldn’t focus on the food, couldn’t sit still beneath the weight of it, and Ethan sensed it without a word.One look passed between us, and tension shifted to urgency. Moments later, we stood, mumbling apologies to the waiter as we left behind unfinished plates.We’d barely made it through the front door before we were tangled together, shoes kicked off somewhere behind us.His mark burned faintly at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, a warm, steady, living presence beneath my sk

SERAPHINA’S POVI was not the Luna of Nightfang.I had chosen Kieran again—carefully, slowly, on my terms. Those terms did not include slipping into a role that had never been mine to begin with.But the hope and vulnerability in his eyes when he asked…How could I say no?I should have.A prickling unease burrowed deeper and deeper into my bones as I stood rigid near the doorway of the conference room, half in shadow, listening to voices fracture and overlap.This was pack business. Alpha business. The kind of thing Kieran had once handled while I waited elsewhere, pretending it didn’t hurt every time I was left in the dark.But now, I wondered if the dark wasn’t the best place to be.Everything about Aaron was off. The sense of decay and poison stung against my senses so much so that I had to pull them back, like holding my breath against a foul stench.I was content to stay in the background and quietly support Kieran without inserting myself into situations that I had no business b

SERAPHINA’S POVThe dream didn’t begin with me.That was the first thing that was off about it—not the content, not the intensity, but the angle.I wasn’t inside myself the way I usually was when my mind wandered in sleep.I was drifting. Watching. Slipping in and out of others’ skin like frequencies crossing on a crowded wavelength.The first was Lucian.Not the sharp, composed Alpha the world knew, nor the shrewd, half-smiling man who so often stood at my side with quiet calculations behind his eyes.This Lucian stood alone at the edge of something vast and empty, shoulders bowed, gaze fixed on the ground as if he were afraid that looking up might break him.There was no dialogue. No explanation.Just the weight of regret and something…foul clinging to him like fog.Then the scene shattered, and I was falling—Into heat. Smoke. Blood.Aaron.I felt the battlefield before I saw it: the copper tang in the air, the ache in muscles pushed past exhaustion, the distant roar of wolves clash