My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 365 SECOND CHANCE

CELESTE’S POV

I woke with silk cradling my skin and sunlight warming my cheek.

For a moment, I simply lay there, breathing, taking stock of my surroundings.

The sheets were familiar—cream silk with hand-embroidered edging. The canopy above me was the same pale ivory gauze that used to catch the breeze from the east balcony.

The faint scent of jasmine drifted through the open windows, blending with polished wood and something patrician—something distinctly Lockwood.

Home.

I let out a blissful sigh.

Home was where the walls did not close in. Where no one watched me with suspicion and wariness.

Where I was the favored daughter, the cherished princess, the girl who could do no wrong.

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the canopy, letting relief and happiness pool in my chest.

Until memory began to stir at the edges of my thoughts, ugly and intrusive.

Sera.

Kieran’s arm around her, proving with actions that he’d indeed chosen her.

Ethan reprimanding me for her sake. The way he had stood beside her as if she were something fragile and sacred instead of the quiet shadow I’d stepped over my entire life.

My jaw set hard.

It wasn’t supposed to be like that.

Sera was supposed to remain beneath me. Always.

I threw the covers aside with sharp irritation and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The mirror across the room caught my movement, and I paused.

The girl staring back at me looked...softer.

My hair fell longer down my back, thicker, glossier. My skin was unlined by stress and sleepless nights. My eyes were brighter—less haunted.

I stood up, movements slow and tense.

The reflection followed.

Younger.

My pulse pounded.

No, that was ridiculous.

I crossed the room and leaned closer to the mirror. My fingers brushed my cheek, tracing the familiar curve of my jaw, the high arch of my brow.

Eleven years had not carved themselves into this face.

A strange, distant buzzing filled my ears.

I turned toward the closet, searching for a sense of normalcy. The dresses inside weren’t the sleek, structured designs I’d recently favored. These were softer silhouettes, jewel-toned gowns from—

My shopping spree for the Blood Moon Hunt.

My breath caught. Ice trickled down my spine.

This was impossible.

And yet—

The details were too precise to dismiss. The faint crack in the molding near the fireplace. The slight tilt of the chandelier I’d caused by throwing a shoe in anger.

Even the distant sound of pack members gathering in the courtyard below carried the exact cadence I remembered from that evening.

My heart thudded faster.

I strode to the door and flung it open. It swung wide—and Ethan stood there, fist lifted as if about to knock.

We froze.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

He, too, was younger. Less broad in the shoulders, and less hardened. His eyes lacked the fatigue that had recently settled there.

His expression was the familiar blend of indulgence and fond exasperation I used to inspire in him.

“Celeste?” He sighed. “You haven’t started getting ready?”

Even his voice sounded lighter.

“You know you take forever, and then we’re going to be late for the party.”

A tremor of understanding rippled through me.

This really was it.

This was that day.

The day everything was stolen from me.

I swallowed the rising rush of emotion.

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