My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Chapter 377 ANOTHER PSYCHIC INTERROGATION

SERAPHINA’S POV

Celeste’s room felt colder than the corridors outside.

I stood just inside the doorway for a moment, studying her before stepping fully into the room.

She sat upright against the headboard, wrists loosely secured by the leather cuffs attached to the metal ring behind the bed.

Her hair—once styled to perfection even in the middle of chaos—hung in loose, tangled waves around her shoulders.

She looked thinner than the last time I had seen her. Not fragile exactly...but diminished.

A wolfless werewolf.

The absence clung to her like a shadow.

I couldn’t help but wonder if that was how I looked without Alina.

Kieran stood beside me, close enough that the heat of his body comforted me.

Ethan positioned himself across the room near the small writing desk, arms folded tightly over his chest.

Corin lingered near the window, leaning one shoulder against the stone wall, watching everything with quiet, unreadable focus.

For a long moment, no one said anything.

Celeste’s eyes moved slowly across the room.

First Ethan.

Then Kieran.

Then Corin. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

And finally, me.

For a split second, something flickered in her gaze—a flash of panic, quickly smothered.

Then, with a defiant tilt of her chin, her mouth curled into a familiar, mocking smile.

“Well,” she drawled, voice rough but dripping with sarcasm. “Isn’t this cozy?”

No one said anything.

Celeste leaned back against the headboard as far as the cuffs allowed, looking almost relaxed, almost amused.

“So tell me...what dirty little game are you planning to play with me this time?”

I had to give it to her; she was excellent at posturing.

Her tone held that same careless arrogance. That infuriating sense that everything happening around her was merely a game she intended to win.

But the circumstances had changed.

The worst thing she had ever done had been dragged into the open and dissected piece by piece. There was nothing left to protect—no reputation worth salvaging, no wolf to anchor her pride, no future like the one she once believed would be hers.

And perhaps that was why she looked so strangely calm now.

What’s done is done.

The attitude was written plainly across her face.

“Come on,” she continued, tilting her head. “You’ve already dragged me through psychic hallucinations, public humiliation, and emotional torture. Surely you’re not running out of ideas now.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened visibly.

Kieran’s hand rested lightly against the small of my back.

I stepped forward. “There’s no game today, Celeste.”

She raised a brow. “Oh, boo.”

“Mother has been abducted by Catherine.”

For the first time since we entered, Celeste’s expression fractured. Her eyes widened a fraction, lips parting in genuine shock. For a single heartbeat, something real—vulnerability—broke through the sarcasm she wore like armor.

The silence that followed felt heavier than anything that had come before it.

Celeste stared at me for a long moment, the earlier flicker of emotion still lingering in her eyes, before her expression slowly shifted again.

Her mouth curved upward, and the careless smile returned to her face as if nothing had happened at all.

"Well,"—she shrugged—"sounds like a family problem. You two should really get on it."

Ethan took a step forward. “Celeste.”

“What?” She shifted slightly against the headboard. “You can’t seriously believe I had anything to do with it.”

“You were together on the island,” Ethan said. “And you’re Catherine’s goddaughter.”

She snorted. “So?”

“So, tell us what you know.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know anything.”

Her gaze slid toward me. “And even if I did, I don’t know what the fuck you think I can do about it.”

Her voice turned mocking again. “I don’t exactly have a wolf anymore, remember? No claws. No fangs. No fancy psychic witchcraft like you and your new friend.”

She flicked her eyes briefly toward Corin.

Her shoulders lifted in an exaggerated shrug. "And quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck."

The nonchalance was like gasoline on an open flame.

Ethan snapped. “You ungrateful little shit!”

His voice thundered through the room as he crossed the distance between them in two long strides.

“Mother went to the Maldives because of you!”

Celeste’s shoulders jerked with a brief, involuntary flinch, but she forced her spine straight, hardening her eyes.

Ethan’s hands slammed onto the edge of the bed beside her. “Why is it that everyone who cares about you always ends up hurt?”

Celeste’s eyes flashed.

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “I didn’t ask her to come. She got herself into this mess. That’s hardly my fault.”

Ethan’s voice dropped dangerously. “She went there to help you.”

She scoffed. “Who said I needed help?” she shot back. “Mother always had a talent for making terrible decisions.”

Something dark flickered behind Ethan’s eyes. “Watch your mouth.”

“Oh?” Celeste laughed softly. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Her gaze drifted between all of us. “You know what the real problem is?”

Her smile twisted. “You people chose the wrong daughter.”

The words landed like poison in the room.

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