All Chapters of My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SERAPHINA’S POVI should have known my plan wouldn’t survive first contact with reality.It lasted through the six-hour flight to Nassau, which I spent on the opposite side of Kieran’s private jet, as far away from my ex-husband as I could get.Even with the distance, Kieran’s presence was heavy but contained—controlled, like a predator sizing up its prey, except I wasn’t prey.I had Daniel on my mind, the island ahead, and the tiny spark of warmth from Lucian’s kiss still lingering in my chest.But everything went to shit after we touched down in Nassau and transitioned onto Kieran’s yacht, Ashar’s pride, and I realized something new about myself: I get seasick.The yacht looked like something out of a glossy magazine spread—sleek, ivory-white hull gleaming beneath the noon sun, its polished chrome railings winking like jewelry against the endless sweep of ocean.Even from the dock, it was impossible not to be impressed. The vessel stretched long and graceful, like a predator of the s

SERAPHINA’S POVThe first thing I registered when I woke was the absence of motion.The violent rocking of yesterday—the waves pitching me into nausea, into that medicated haze, into Kieran’s arms—was gone.The yacht had stilled into something softer, more docile. Only the faint hum of the engines and the muffled slap of water against the hull reminded me we were still cutting through the waters of Exuma Sound.I sat up gingerly, bracing to see if my stomach would betray me again, but the queasiness had ebbed to a dull echo. My head throbbed faintly, like I’d woken from a night of drinking.A knock sounded at my cabin door.I dragged myself out of bed and smoothened my clothes before trudging to the door, hoping it was Kieran, and wishing it wasn’t.“Lady Seraphina?” It was one of the crew members, a young man with a sunburnt nose and too-wide eyes. “Forgive the intrusion, but—” He hesitated, shifting his weight. “We…we can’t seem to reach Alpha Kieran.”My brows furrowed. “Reach him?”

SERAPHINA’S POVI woke to the muted hush of the ocean. The sound was steady, rhythmic, as though the entire island breathed in and out in sync with me.For a moment, I lay still on the wide, soft bed, the gauzy curtains swaying with the salt-tinged breeze that slipped in through the open balcony doors.Beyond them, Musha Cay glowed with early sunlight, the horizon painted in coral and rose.Daniel’s laughter from the night before lingered in my head, clear and bright like windchimes.The memory pulled me upright, shoulders heavy with sleep yet warmed by the thought of spending the day with my baby.Dinner last night had been…awkward—Kieran’s parents trying too hard to make small talk, Kieran himself brooding behind polite restraint.The only light—as usual—had been Daniel, chattering about surfing, about the villa, about how much better coconuts tasted here than anywhere else in the world.If Daniel was happy, then I was happy. That mantra had carried me through worse nights than last.

SERAPHINA’S POVDaniel was warm in my arms when I tucked the covers around him later that night.“Mom?” His voice was small, barely above a whisper. His lashes fluttered as though he were already half-asleep, but I knew my son—his mind never rested easily.“Yes, love?” I smoothed his hair back, needing the steady rhythm of the motion more than he did.“Are you okay?” His dark eyes blinked open, wide and searching.The question hit deeper than I expected, pulling tight against the ache I’d carried all day.I hesitated. My throat still felt raw from the water I’d swallowed, from the moment everything had gone black under the sea.And behind my ribs, my heart kept replaying the terrifying seconds between sinking and waking—only to find myself nestled under Kieran, his mouth pressed to mine.The memory burned like a brand. The way his breath had rushed into me, the way his hands had trembled as though he feared he might lose me.I forced the it down, pushing it deep where Daniel couldn’t s

SERAPHINA’S POVThe villa felt unusually bright when we returned, the sunlight spilling over the floors like molten gold.I barely had time to process the warmth before Daniel’s sharp voice cut through the silence.“Mom!” His tiny feet thundered down the hall, and he skidded to a halt in front of me, humming with excitement. He was still in his pajamas, his hair adorably sleep-rumpled.But his bright smile dimmed as he took me in, and then his brows furrowed as his gaze dipped. “What happened? Are you hurt?”I glanced down at my neatly bandaged ankle and felt a pang of embarrassment. I’d been here less than two days and had almost drowned and gotten bitten.How was I supposed to keep my son safe if I couldn’t stay out of danger?“It’s nothing, hon. Just a tiny scrape,” I said lightly, though the lingering sting from the snake bite throbbed faintly beneath the bandage.Daniel’s dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. My son’s instincts were sharp, even at nine years old.He darted a glance tow