My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490: Chapter 490 RAGE AND DESPERATION

SERAPHINA’S POV

Terribly late.

The words seemed to echo endlessly through the ritual chamber, bouncing off the black crystal suspended from the ceiling and the ancient stone beneath my feet until they became something far larger than a simple sentence.

Terribly late. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Terribly late.

Terribly late.

My gaze remained fixed on my mother’s body.

Margaret Lockwood lay crumpled where Catherine had thrown her, hair spilling across the bloodstained floor, stark against the darkness surrounding her.

I couldn’t feel Sylvia at all.

The bond that had connected us through dreams and blood and distance had disappeared so abruptly that panic instantly flooded my veins.

No.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

No.

She couldn’t be dead.

Not after everything.

Not after hearing her call me her precious little girl.

Not after she’d finally looked at me with love I’d spent most of my life believing never existed.

Grief struck first, sudden and disorienting, as if the ground had dropped beneath me. It seized the air from my lungs and left a single unbearable certainty in its wake.

My mother was dead.

I was going to fucking kill Catherine.

Rage erupted so violently that I barely recognized it as my own.

Power exploded through my markings. Silver light burst from under my skin in blinding waves as every instinct inside me abandoned reason.

The chamber shook. The symbols carved throughout the floor flashed erratically. The blood channels surrounding the ritual platform rippled as if responding to my fury.

"You killed her!" My voice cracked through the room.

Catherine’s smile faltered as I charged.

The distance between us vanished in an instant as Sovereign power surged through my body. Silver claws formed around my hands, glowing so brightly they illuminated the chamber like lightning.

A split second before my claws reached Catherine, a massive barrier erupted between us.

The collision reverberated through the chamber. The impact struck so hard that ancient stone splintered beneath my feet.

A shockwave blasted outward, rattling the silver chains dangling from the ceiling and sending cracks spidering across the crystal formations.

But Catherine remained untouched.

I stared at the barrier separating us.

The shield shimmered like liquid glass, layer upon layer of protection overlapping until it became nearly impossible to distinguish where one ended and another began.

Psychic power and witchcraft woven together.

My fury only intensified, and I struck the barrier, the impact sending a violent ripple through its surface.

I struck it a second time, harder, and hairline fractures began to spider across the shield.

A third blow followed without hesitation, then a fourth, each one driven deeper by rage and desperation.

Yet somehow the barrier held.

My chest rose and fell heavily as I slammed both hands against the shield.

"Come out and fight me, you fucking coward!"

Catherine laughed softly. The sound made my skin crawl.

“Is that really what you think?”

Only then did I notice something strange about her, something that didn’t fit the version of Catherine I had come to expect.

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