My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Chapter 348 THE CONSEQUENCES

SERAPHINA’S POV

The world narrowed to red.

Red like the silk twisted around Celeste’s thighs.

Red like the phantom memory of humiliation from eleven years ago.

Red like the part of me that had once been small and unwanted and convinced I would always come second.

Alina surged forward, teeth bared.

‘Rip her off him.’

‘Rip him off her.’

‘Make something bleed.’

But before I could succumb to the savage urge to tear the suite apart, the door slammed open behind me.

Dr. Hale, Nightfang’s pack doctor, rushed in, breath uneven, a large black case in his hand.

He stopped short when he saw me, eyes flicking from my bared fangs to the bed.

“Lady Sera,” he said carefully, as though I were the volatile element in the room.

Maybe I was.

“Do you have it?” Kieran snapped from behind me, his voice hoarse.

Dr. Hale jolted out of his temporary stupor and rushed past me.

“Secondary inhibitor,” he muttered, moving toward the bedside. “This will counteract the compounded dosage—”

Celeste’s body convulsed in Kieran’s arms, and my fury faltered as I focused on what was happening.

Celeste’s pupils were blown wide—not with desire, but panic. Sweat slicked her temples. Her fingers clutched Kieran’s shirt with frantic desperation, not seduction.

And Kieran...

He was rigid. Fully dressed except for his jacket. His posture wasn’t indulgent. It was braced. Controlled. His hands weren’t roaming; they were stabilizing.

This wasn’t intimacy.

It was containment.

“What is going on?” I asked, voice softer.

Dr. Hale looked up, relief flickering across his face when he realized I wasn’t about to rip Kieran’s throat out.

“The secondary inhibitor isn’t taking full effect,” he said. “She’s metabolizing it too quickly.”

Celeste whimpered and buried her face in Kieran’s chest.

“It hurts,” she gasped.

I stepped closer, ignoring the sting of scent. Ignoring the image.

"Move," I commanded Kieran.

He didn’t argue. He shifted just enough for me to kneel on the bed beside them.

The scent of the aphrodisiac pressed against my senses again, but I forced my awareness deeper—inward.

Into Celeste.

The room blurred at the edges as I reached, controlled threads of silver slipping beneath the surface.

Her mind was chaos.

Not structured malice. Not scheming intent.

Pain.

Disorientation.

Every nerve screamed. Every instinct hijacked. Heat and fear braided together until she could no longer tell them apart.

Her thoughts were fragmented, images flashing like broken glass—hotel corridors, a drink pressed into her hand, dizziness, confusion, someone adjusting fabric, darkness.

“She’s not complicit,” I said softly.

Kieran’s jaw flexed. “I know.”

I met his eyes for the first time since entering. Relief battled apprehension in his obsidian depths.

I looked away.

“Celeste,” I murmured.

Celeste’s head rolled toward me, unfocused.

“Sera?” she whispered hoarsely.

A small, petty impulse—the part of me shaped by old wounds—tried to awaken, wanting to take satisfaction in Celeste’s pain.

Then a cold balm flooded me, quelling the blaze in my veins.

Alina’s presence shifted, the wildness ebbing, replaced by an unexpected calm.

Ironic that she could be both the most feral part of me and the most peaceful.

“Don’t worry, Celeste,” I said, voice soft. “You’re safe.”

Her mind clawed toward any anchor it could find, and I let her latch onto my presence.

I threaded my psychic field gently around hers, dampening the frantic spikes, smoothing the erratic surges the aphrodisiac had ignited.

I cooled the heat artificially burning through her bloodstream, calm flooding gently into the overstimulated pathways of her nervous system.

Her breathing began to slow, pulse evening out under my touch.

Her body slackened, and her fingers loosened in Kieran’s shirt.

“Sleep,” I whispered into the storm of her mind.

Her body sagged, muscles going lax as unconsciousness claimed her in something resembling peace.

Dr. Hale checked her pulse again and nodded. “That’s...far more effective.”

I withdrew slowly, careful not to jolt her psyche.

Her lashes fluttered once. Then stilled.

The room exhaled collectively.

Kieran carefully shifted her weight, easing her down fully onto the mattress now that she wasn’t clinging to him.

I turned toward the door.

“Ethan.”

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