My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Chapter 433 THE ONE SIN

CELESTE’S POV

I had been in Nightfang for weeks now.

Long enough to learn the rhythm of the place.

Long enough to recognize the shift of guards at the perimeter, the distant echoes of training from the fields beyond the main compound, the way the halls grew emptier as night settled in.

Long enough to understand that while no one barred my door, no one truly welcomed me either.

Freedom, in its most hollow form.

I could walk the halls.

I could sit in the gardens.

I could exist.

But I did so alone.

No one sought me out. No one lingered if I happened to cross their path. Conversations died the moment I stepped too close, eyes slid away, shoulders stiffened, and whatever warmth had been there before I arrived vanished into thin air.

They knew who I was, what I had done.

And in Nightfang, that mattered more than any title or position I used to hold.

I sat by the window, my fingers tracing the edge of the glass as I stared out at the stretch of trees beyond the compound walls.

The forest here was dense, alive in a way Frostbane’s harsher terrain never was. Green bled into every corner, thick and unrelenting, as if the land itself refused to leave any space untouched.

It should have felt comforting.

It didn’t.

Because no matter how far I looked, no matter how much open space lay beyond those trees, I still felt caged.

A soft knock broke through the silence.

For a moment, I was too stunned to move.

No one ever came to see me.

The knock came again, quieter this time.

Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet, smoothing my hands over the fabric of my dress as I crossed the room.

My reflection caught briefly in the mirror across from me—pale, composed, carefully put together in a way that had long since become instinct.

Untouchable. Unbreakable.

A lie I had worn so long it almost felt real.

Almost.

I opened the door.

And froze.

Seraphina stood on the other side.

For a second, I thought I was imagining her.

I knew the only reason I’d been allowed to stay at Nightfang was that her precious son had requested it.

She’d avoided me like the plague since then, making sure I knew what my presence in Nightfang was: tolerated, but unwelcome.

And yet, here she was.

Her gaze met mine, steady, unreadable in that new way of hers that made me feel like she was seeing far more than she let on.

“Celeste,” she said.

My throat felt dry.

“Sera.”

“I have someone who wants to see you.”

I frowned, confusion threading through the edges of my thoughts. “Me?”

Not one, but two people wanted to see me?

“Yes.”

I searched her expression for some kind of explanation, some hint of what this was about, but found nothing. Just that same calm, controlled stillness that had come to define her.

“Who?” I asked.

Instead of answering, she stepped aside, giving me space to move past her.

I hesitated for only a fraction of a second before crossing the threshold, pulling the door closed behind me with a soft click.

We walked in silence.

Through the corridors I had grown used to, past the turns I could now navigate without thinking.

Once, I thought this would be my home, my pack.

Now, I felt like an intruder.

With every step, the tension in my chest tightened, my stomach twisting.

We stopped just outside one of the smaller sitting rooms near the eastern wing.

The door was already open, and there, standing just beyond the threshold, was her.

My breath caught.

As soon as I saw her face, I knew.

It wasn’t in the details—not in the shape of her features or the color of her eyes or anything so simple as resemblance.

It was something deeper. Something instinctive.

The way she held herself. The quiet strength in her posture. The sharp awareness in her gaze.

Olivia.

No—not Olivia.

My stomach twisted.

“Mireya,” Sera said, her voice cutting gently through the silence. “This is Celeste.”

Mireya.

The name settled into place, and with it, recognition.

‘You remind me of my sister, Mireya. She thinks she’s invincible, too.’

Olivia’s sister.

Mireya turned fully toward me, her brown eyes meeting mine with a steadiness that made something in my chest constrict painfully.

She didn’t look like Olivia, not really. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Where Olivia had been softer, warmer in a way that put you at ease without effort, Mireya was sharper, more contained, like someone who had learned to hold herself together the hard way.

And yet, the connection was undeniable.

“I know who you are,” she said, her voice calm.

I swallowed. “You...do?”

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