All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SERAPHINA'S POVThe morning air was unusually gentle, a soft breeze whispering through the trees as sunlight filtered down in patches through the leafy canopies overhead.It was the kind of weather that made you think—just for a second—that the world wasn’t such an awful place.And maybe that’s why I left my car keys on the entryway table and decided to walk all the way to OTS headquarters instead.I needed the air. I needed the silence between steps. I needed the distance—from the house, from Lucian’s worried gaze, from Maya’s comforting lies, and most of all, from the echo of my own mind.I couldn’t shake off my dream. It clung to me like that fog that veiled my wolf. My fingers kept twitching like the aftereffects of something slipping through them.But I held on to the promise—soon. Soon, I’d be with my wolf. I would be whole.The sidewalk curved lazily through the residential blocks, winding past low hedges and quiet homes. Most of the neighborhood was still asleep or just stirrin

KIERAN’S POVThe hospital hallway reeked of antiseptic and dread. Every step toward Celeste’s room felt like I was walking towards an execution—one I’d set up for myself.The doctor’s words still rang in my ears. “Her wolf is deteriorating rapidly. Any further emotional instability could cause irreversible damage. Don’t provoke her.”I wanted to scream—not at the doctor, not at Ethan, not even at Celeste. At myself—at the storm inside my own damn chest.Ethan walked silently beside me. His posture was stiff, wary, as if he knew I was barely holding on.And gods, he had no fucking idea. He hadn’t seen the way I’d nearly lunged for Lucian, hadn’t heard the things I said to Seraphina. Words and actions that tasted like rusted regret now.I forced those thoughts to the furthest crevice of my mind.Celeste was more important than anything else right now. She was on the brink—and I was simultaneously the one who pushed her there and the only thing tethering her to the edge.I braced myself b

SERAPHINA’S POVMy vision blurred as I stood on the sidewalk in front of Maya’s apartment building, my fingers trembling on my phone as I tried to order an Uber to take me home.The sun was lower in the sky now, casting long gold shadows on the pavement. I’d barely spent an hour in there, and yet it had felt like an eternity.I cursed myself when my fingers slipped for the umpteenth time, wondering when exactly I would stop letting Celeste and Kieran and Ethan and every other ugly part of my past affect me so acutely.It was like I took a step forward only to stumble three steps backwards.“Sera!”I stiffened at the sound of Maya’s voice and didn’t turn, locking my spine.“Sera, wait—”I shook my head. “Save it, Maya. I don’t want to hear you justify his actions or plead his case.”Remorse flashed across her face as she stepped in front of me. “I’m not here to do that, Sera. I’m here to apologize to you.”I blinked. “You are?”She took my hands in hers. “Of course I am. Gods, Sera, I’m

KIERAN’S POVI saw the first charge on my phone just as I was unlocking the car.Then the second.And the third.By the time I slid into the driver’s seat, my black card had racked up more activity than it usually saw in a month.My phone kept vibrating as transaction notifications rolled in—one from a luxury boutique downtown, another from a high-end floral shop, then a long, confusing list of vendors ranging from party decorators to candle artisans.I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and scrolled with the other, trying to make sense of the mess. Makeup counters. Custom stationery. Caviar. A damn harpist.What the actual fuck?My mind flashed immediately to Celeste.She’d only just moved in, and already, she was treating my card like it had no limit. Which—technically—was true. But even I was alarmed by the rate at which she was burning through my resources.It was cumulatively more of my money than Sera had spent in the decade we were married—and all those expenses were for D

SERAPHINA’S POVI should’ve hung up right there and then—as soon as I heard her voice.I shouldn’t have let her join the chorus of family members that simply wouldn’t let me be.But then her voice cracked as she said, “Sera, please don’t hang up.”I exhaled, dropping onto one of the chairs in the foyer—the same one Kieran had sat on while I treated his injury.“I’m not hanging up,” I said, my voice tight. “What do you want?”“I…” She took a shaky breath. “I just wanted to check up on you, dear. How are things? With your injury and training and—”My incredulous snort cut her off, and I could hear the frown in her voice when she asked, “Is something funny, dear?”I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah. You are, Margaret. You’re hilarious.”I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Mom,” she corrected softly.I snorted again. “Margaret,” I insisted, “You spent ten years pretending I didn’t exist, only calling me after that to tell me about dad’s accident and to confirm my divorce, an