My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 379 MERCHANDISE

CELESTE’S POV

The last thing I remembered before everything fell apart was the sound of the elevator doors sliding shut.

Brett had walked away without looking back, leaving me standing in the hallway of the Vesper Grand Hotel with more questions than answers and my pride burning like acid in my chest.

I chased after him without thinking.

I never reached the elevator.

A hand clamped over my mouth from behind. Another arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me backward before I could even scream.

Something sharp and chemical soaked into the cloth pressed against my face, and the world tilted violently as darkness rushed in.

When I woke again, I was in chains.

At first, I thought I was still dreaming. My head throbbed with a dull, relentless pain. Every part of my body felt heavy and sluggish, as though I had been submerged underwater for hours.

The air smelled of oil, rust, sweat, and something sour that churned my stomach.

It took several long seconds for the reality to settle in.

I was sitting on the metal floor of a moving truck.

Chains bound my wrists to the floor, and a heavy collar weighed against my throat.

Around me were other girls—some crying quietly, some staring blankly ahead as if their minds had already retreated somewhere far away.

That was when I realized what had happened.

I had been taken.

The organization that purchased us specialized in supplying beautiful women to wealthy clients.

At least, that was the part they didn’t bother hiding. Politicians, businessmen, Alphas who valued discretion more than morality—those were the kinds of men who paid extraordinary sums to indulge themselves.

I learned that much quickly enough.

What I didn’t understand at first was that the brothel was only one piece of a much larger operation.

That truth came later.

At the beginning, my attention was focused on something much more immediate: surviving.

The men guarding us treated us like livestock. They laughed when I demanded to know where I was being taken.

When I told them my name, when I informed them exactly who my family was, the laughter only grew louder.

No one believed me.

Or perhaps they simply didn’t care.

Even though Kharis was suppressed, I could still feel her sometimes, but this time, I couldn’t.

They had drugged me before the abduction. Between the drugs and the silver restraints, I couldn’t feel her for two days.

Two days.

Two days where I screamed and threatened and demanded they release me.

Two days where no one cared.

On the third night, one of the guards came into my cell.

He thought I was helpless.

He was wrong.

The moment his hands closed around my arm, something inside me snapped awake.

I didn’t fully shift; Kharis was weak from the silver and suppression.

But fangs emerged before I realized what was happening. The guard barely had time to scream before I tore his throat open, and blood soaked the floor.

The entire compound descended into chaos.

After that, everything changed.

The leader of the organization—everyone called him Severin—took a personal interest in me.

I never learned whether he believed my claims about my identity, but he certainly believed what he saw that night: Kharis was not an ordinary wolf.

Noble blood carried a certain...value.

They moved me out of the cell after that. The room they gave me was marginally more comfortable, though still filthy by any reasonable standard.

There were guards posted outside the door at all times, and cameras installed in the corners of the ceiling.

That was where I met Olivia.

She was assigned as my maid. At first, I assumed she was just another servant working for the organization.

I treated her accordingly.

Cold. Dismissive. Sometimes cruel.

But Olivia never reacted as I expected. She met my temper with quiet patience, replying to my sharp remarks with a small, polite smile.

It took several days before I realized something unusual was happening.

Whenever a guard grew too aggressive, Olivia appeared. Whenever Severin lingered too long in my room, she managed to redirect the conversation or create some excuse to end the visit.

Eventually, I confronted her.

“Why are you helping me?” I demanded one night.

She hesitated before answering.

“Because I saw what your wolf did.”

The memory of that moment still lingered vividly in my mind.

“You’re not lying about who you are,” she said quietly. “Wolves like yours don’t come from nowhere.”

That was the first time anyone in that place had believed me.

When I asked why she cared, Olivia told me about her sister, a younger girl who had disappeared years earlier after being taken by traffickers.

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