My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 497 CONSTRUCTED REALITY

SERAPHINA’S POV

“MINE!”

The sound crashed through me like thunder shattering glass, and something inside me splintered apart in a way I couldn’t explain.

My hands shot forward before my mind could catch up, pushing against Jack’s chest with a force I did not know I had.

His face registered shock as he stumbled back, the ring flashing in his hand one final time before I turned away.

“Sera—wait—” he called after me, confusion threading through his voice.

But I was already running.

The crowd blurred into streaks of color and sound as I pushed through them, my bare feet hitting marble that suddenly felt too cold, too sharp.

Someone called my name. Catherine’s voice may have been there too, soft and measured as always, but even that could not anchor me anymore.

Because something had broken open inside me. Something I didn’t even know had been closed.

I ran until the music was gone behind me.

Until the laughter dissolved into silence.

Until the only thing I could hear was the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

Only when I reached the outer corridors of the estate did I slow, breath tearing in and out of my lungs in uneven waves.

My palms slammed against a pillar as I tried to steady myself, but my body refused to obey.

That voice.

It had not belonged to this world.

And yet it had known me. It had called me.

Mine.

The word was not just sound. It was recognition. It was claim. It was something that bypassed thought entirely and went straight into something deeper than fear or confusion.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward again.

I didn’t know where I was going. Only that I needed air. Space.

Something that wasn’t filled with eyes and expectations and smiles that suddenly felt too perfect to be real.

The corridors opened into a side path that led away from the main celebration. Lantern light thinned here, replaced by the softer glow of moon lamps embedded in the stone.

Or at least, I thought they were moon lamps.

I looked up and stopped short, breath catching.

Something was wrong.

The Maldives sky should have been open. Endless. A vast stretch of dark velvet punctured by stars and the bright, watchful presence of the moon.

But there was no moon.

I blinked once.

Then again.

Nothing.

Only the scattered light of stars. Only a sky that felt artificially complete, as if something essential had been removed.

A vise clamped around my chest, and my breath hitched painfully.

“No,” I whispered, stepping backward as though distance might fix it. “That’s not possible.”

I had seen the moon before. I must have. But the more I tried to recall it in this place, the more it slipped away from me, like water through fingers.

A strange discomfort crawled up my spine.

Sure, the moon could have been hidden by clouds. But the sky was clear.

And something inside me knew this absence was not natural.

I turned sharply and began running again—this time toward the shore.

My feet hit sand instead of stone, and the change nearly made me stumble. The ocean stretched before me, its surface reflecting lantern light from the estate behind me in broken fragments of gold.

I stopped only when I reached the water’s edge.

The waves lapped gently at my feet, cold and grounding, but they did nothing to quiet the storm inside me.

My breath fractured, uneven and raw as I tried to focus on the voice from earlier.

But the more I tried, the more something else intruded.

A face.

Not clear. Not fully formed.

But there.

Obsidian eyes I couldn’t place. A presence that felt like it belonged to a memory I had lost, not forgotten.

“I know you,” I whispered into the wind, pressing my hand against my chest as if I could stop the ache building there. “I know I do...”

But I didn’t know his name.

And the moment I tried to grasp the image, it slipped away.

A knife of pain speared suddenly through my core, white-hot and shocking.

I gasped, stumbling back a step as my vision blurred.

“No... stop...” I pressed my fingers to my temples. “Why can’t I remember?”

The world tilted.

The ocean sounded too loud.

The air felt too thin.

And then the fracture inside me widened.

It wasn’t emotional anymore.

I dropped to my knees in the sand as agony exploded through my body. Each searing wave tore at my chest and left me gasping, drowning in panic and helplessness.

My hands dug into the ground, fingers trembling as heat surged beneath my skin.

Something was wrong.

Something was changing.

“No—no, no—” I gasped as panic flooded me. My bones felt as if they were twisting, rearranging themselves from within.

The first shift tore through me like lightning.

I screamed.

The sound broke against the ocean wind as my spine arched violently, every muscle in my body tightening as though pulled by invisible strings.

The world fractured into blurred light and sensation, sand and sky and pain blending into something I could no longer separate.

My vision splintered.

My breath disappeared.

When it finally stopped, I collapsed forward, gasping, my body no longer human in the way it had been only moments before.

The sensation of collapse was followed by a strange, disorienting awareness of weight redistribution—bone structure settling into a new frame, limbs reshaping into something stronger, lower, built for movement rather than stillness.

My breath came out in a sharp, uneven exhale that no longer belonged to a human chest, and when I tried to move, the ground responded differently beneath me.

My vision sharpened in a way that stole what little remaining stability I had.

And then I saw it.

It felt familiar in a way that hurt. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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