My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Chapter 466 REBIRTH

LUCIAN’S POV

As far as evil lairs went, Catherine picked the best.

Aboveground, the private island looked untouched by human greed—white sand, endless blue water, luxury villas perched along the shoreline like something pulled from a billionaire’s fantasy.

Belowground, it smelled like blood and death.

I followed Catherine through the underground corridor in silence. The polished white floors reflected cold strips of overhead light while distant machinery hummed somewhere beyond the walls.

The facility was larger than I expected.

Silverpine had always functioned as a stronghold and operational center, but this—this was the heart of it.

Human scientists crossed between secured doors carrying tablets and specimen cases, while witches moved through the halls with the calm assurance of those who believed themselves untouchable.

Magic and science intertwined everywhere.

Symbols pulsed faintly beneath transparent flooring panels while sleek medical equipment lined the walls beside ancient-looking artifacts that radiated enough energy to make my wolf restless beneath my skin.

The pill Catherine had given me days ago still lingered in my system like poison woven into my bloodstream.

I could feel it sometimes when my thoughts slowed unexpectedly or when pressure curled around the edges of my mind like invisible fingers testing their grip.

Control through subtlety was Catherine’s preferred method.

Not domination. Dependency. Conditioning.

Carefully measured pressure until resistance exhausted itself.

I’d survived by adapting. By obeying just enough to avoid becoming another corpse in one of her laboratories.

Catherine walked beside me calmly, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

“You should consider yourself fortunate,” she said lightly. “Very few people gain access to the core chamber.”

“I’m overwhelmed by the honor.”

Her lips curved. “You’re still sarcastic. That’s encouraging.”

I said nothing.

The corridor curved ahead, opening into another secured section lined with glass-walled workrooms. Some contained operating tables. Others held containment circles carved directly into the floor.

One room held nothing but suspended wolf skeletons.

Another housed what looked disturbingly like artificial organs floating in silver-blue liquid.

Every step deeper into the facility made my skin crawl.

We moved deeper into the corridor, the activity behind us fading. Then we rounded the next corner, and I nearly stopped walking.

A young woman stood near one of the side terminals, auburn curls pulled back, as glowing symbols slowly rotated across the screen before her.

Witch.

A powerful one at that.

I recognized that instantly, but not because of visible magic.

Because the air around her felt...strange.

Charged. Alive.

Catherine slowed when she noticed her.

“Evelyn.”

The woman looked up immediately.

The moment her eyes met mine, something inside me jolted so sharply I almost gasped.

Rhegan stirred violently beneath my skin without warning.

What the fuck—

The sensation vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind only a strange tightness in my chest that made no sense whatsoever.

Evelyn blinked once, her gaze lingering on me with visible confusion before shifting toward Catherine.

“Who’s this?”

“An associate,” Catherine answered smoothly.

Evelyn’s brows pulled together. “Since when do you bring ‘associates’ down here?”

Catherine continued walking without slowing. “Since I decided I needed one.”

I followed automatically, though my attention betrayed me for one brief moment longer.

Evelyn was still looking at me.

Not with curiosity or suspicion—more like she was trying to place something she couldn’t quite identify.

Unease crawled beneath my ribs.

I forced my attention forward immediately.

Whatever this feeling was, it was dangerous.

“You’ve been avoiding me all week,” Evelyn said, falling into step beside Catherine. “Every time I ask about the containment breach, you change the subject.”

“There are more important matters right now.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“No,” Catherine agreed mildly. “It isn’t.”

Evelyn exhaled sharply through her nose. “You’re doing it again.”

Catherine finally glanced toward her. “Paranoia doesn’t suit you, darling.”

The younger witch crossed her arms. “And evasiveness suits you too well.”

Catherine smiled faintly at that, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Curiosity is healthy, Evelyn. Obsession is not.”

“I learned from the best.”

For a second, silence stretched between them.

Then Catherine reached out and adjusted a strand of hair away from Evelyn’s face with almost unsettling gentleness.

“You’re overworking yourself again,” she murmured.

Evelyn looked annoyed by the gesture more than comforted.

“You say that every time I start asking questions.”

“Perhaps because exhaustion makes you imaginative.”

I clenched my jaw.

Manipulation.

Catherine redirected conversations the same way constrictors tightened around prey—slowly enough that by the time you noticed, breathing had already become difficult.

Evelyn’s gaze flicked toward me once more.

Again, that strange sensation hit unexpectedly beneath my ribs, a low ripple of awareness sliding through my system.

Evelyn’s expression shifted slightly, like she felt something too.

No.

Impossible.

I buried the thought instantly.

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