My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 STUDY DATE

SERAPHINA’S POV

By the time the sun climbed high enough to burn the last of the morning haze away, I had added ‘study date’ to the increasingly growing list of my favorite things about my new relationship with Kieran.

He and I sat shoulder to shoulder at the long table in his office, the curtains drawn, the doors locked.

The only light came from the desk lamp and the laptop’s muted glow between us.

The New Moon Institute’s offline database, which Alois had gifted me, was open, its folders branching into increasingly obscure classifications the deeper we went.

Psychic theory.

Cognitive fractures.

Soul-adjacent phenomena.

And then...

Rituals.

Not the modern kind. Not meditation techniques or grounding exercises disguised as mysticism. These entries were old. Fragmentary. Written in language that felt...cautious, as if the authors had known that even recording the information was dangerous.

“Soul mending,” I murmured, my fingers slowing over the keyboard.

Kieran leaned closer, soothing warmth radiating from him. "That doesn’t sound like something people do casually."

“No,” I agreed. “Doesn’t sound easy either.”

I clicked the file open.

Most of it was redacted—lines interrupted mid-thought, diagrams half-erased. But enough remained to make goosebumps rise on my arms.

There were mentions of fractured soul-anchors. Of intentional excision. Of restoration attempts that failed more often than they succeeded.

Forbidden arts.

“This isn’t healing,” Kieran said slowly, reading over my shoulder. “It’s reconstruction.”

I nodded. “And whoever did this to Aaron knew exactly what they were cutting away.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of it pressing down on us both.

If soul mending existed...that meant something had to be broken first.

“Okay,” I declared. “I’m going to do it.”

I sent Alois the call request with hands that didn’t quite feel steady.

An hour passed.

In that time, neither of us spoke much. Kieran paced for a while, then stopped, leaning against the window with his arms folded, a faraway look in his eyes.

I studied the ritual notes again and again, determined to memorize every step, map the shapes: how the power moved, where it anchored, where it tore.

When my laptop chimed at last, I flinched.

Incoming Video Call

Before I could answer, a message flashed beneath it.

‘Set up a psychic barrier. Impenetrable.’

I inhaled sharply.

Of course he would sense how dire the situation was.

I closed my eyes and reached inward, pulling my psychic defenses into place with careful precision.

As soon as the barrier was established, surrounding the room like a second skin—layered, sealed, humming faintly with restrained power—I accepted the video call.

Alois’s face filled the screen.

He looked exactly as the last time I saw him—silver-streaked hair pulled back neatly, sharp amber eyes magnified slightly by thin-rimmed glasses.

But there was something alert in his expression, a flicker of immediate assessment.

His gaze flicked once. Then settled knowingly on Kieran.

“Well,” he said mildly. “This is an...interesting development.”

Kieran inclined his head. “Director Alois.”

Alois’s lips curved. “Alpha Blackthorne. I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Nor should you be,” Kieran replied coolly.

I frowned, looking between the screen and Kieran, confused. Their exchange spoke of heavy context beneath the surface, and I couldn’t help feeling I was at the center of it.

Before I could ask, Alois’ attention shifted to me. “Hello, Seraphina.”

I exhaled and leaned forward. “Director Alois, I hope you’ve been well. Thank you for calling back.”

“I certainly didn’t do it to exchange pleasantries,” Alois said. “Tell me what the problem is.”

“Because?” Kieran prompted with a frown. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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