My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 BULLSHIT PLATITUDES

SERAPHINA’S POV

Celeste stared at him in disbelief. “You’re defending her?”

He did not answer immediately.

His gaze stayed locked on mine, something deep and unreadable shifting in his eyes.

“You’re just going to stand there and look at her like that?” she demanded, her body trembling with barely contained outrage.

Her eyes were on him, not me, as if I were an irrelevant variable in an equation. “After everything you promised me?”

The grip he had on her wrist tightened slightly, not in aggression but in restraint, as if he were holding back something far more dangerous than her fury.

“You made me a promise,” Celeste continued, her voice cracking at the edges now, “you said I would be your Luna. You said I would be the one standing beside you. Not her.”

Her gaze snapped toward me with venom sharp enough to sting even at a distance. “Never her.”

The words hung there, heavy and poisonous, as if she could erase what was happening simply by refusing to accept it.

Behind her, the manor doors had opened further now.

They came one by one, spectators drawn to a spectacle they could not ignore.

Ethan stepped out first, his expression already hardening when his eyes landed on me.

Mother followed, composed as ever, though something colder passed behind her gaze the moment she registered the scene unfolding in the courtyard.

Father arrived last, his posture rigid, his silence heavier than any insult.

For a moment, I felt it again—that familiar sensation of being observed without being included, of existing outside the boundaries of belonging.

Ethan’s voice broke the silence first.

“This is getting old,” he said flatly, his tone laced with disdain that didn’t bother to hide itself. “You bring chaos wherever you go.”

Mother’s gaze held the same controlled detachment she used for everything she deemed inconvenient.

“Celeste,” she said calmly, “compose yourself. She’s not worth it.”

But Celeste didn’t hear her. Or didn’t care to.

She stepped closer to the man again, forcing herself into his line of sight as though proximity could re-anchor him to a decision he had already begun to abandon.

“You cannot do this,” she insisted, her voice lower now, more desperate than commanding. “You cannot break your vow. You said you would make me your Luna. You said—”

“I remember what I said,” he interrupted.

His voice was quiet and controlled, but it carried something that made the entire courtyard feel stiller, as though even the air itself had stopped to listen.

He finally released Celeste’s wrist.

She staggered back a half step, stunned not by the release but by the fact that he had not followed her movement with his attention.

Because his eyes had never left me.

It felt like standing at the edge of something vast and unavoidable, something that had been waiting for this exact moment longer than either of us had been aware.

The bond between us tightened again, not gently this time, but with a force that pulled at my chest, my breath, my very sense of direction.

It wasn’t pain, not exactly, but it was overwhelming in a way that made my knees weaken.

Celeste’s expression contorted, pain and fury pouring out of her.

“No,” she said again, as if repeating it could undo what was happening. “No, you don’t get to do this after everything I’ve done for you.”

He didn’t answer her.

He took a step forward instead, and my breath stalled.

Alina’s presence inside me stirred, as if she, too, were answering the call from within him.

He stopped just a few feet away from me, close enough that I could see the shift in his eyes more clearly now, the conflict there, the recognition that didn’t belong to logic but something far deeper.

“I’m Kieran,” he said, his voice feather-light.

“Kieran,” I repeated breathlessly. The name sounded so right on my tongue.

“I’m S—”

The word never finished forming.

A pressure rolled across the courtyard, heavy and suffocating, and every instinct inside me screamed before I even understood why.

A voice sliced through the courtyard, sharp and cold, like a blade desperate to draw blood.

“Mine!”

My body reacted before my mind could process it, stumbling back instinctively as my gaze snapped toward the source.

Jack.

He stood at the edge of the courtyard, as though he had always been there and only just decided to be seen.

His eyes were locked on Kieran.

"Stay away from her," he growled. "She’s mine."

Something about the way he said it made the air feel wrong, different from before when I’d heard it.

Kieran’s entire posture shifted instantly—shoulders drawing back, jaw tightening, his knuckles whitening at his sides. He took a step forward, a low growl starting deep in his chest.

Before anyone could speak again, Catherine appeared, seemingly out of thin air.

She stepped into the courtyard with her usual composure—perfected, controlled to the point of unnatural calm.

“Sera,” she said gently.

My name suddenly sounded wrong in her voice, like something she had practiced saying in different versions until she found the one she liked.

I backed away instinctively.

“No,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice shook. “No, don’t come closer.”

Her expression shifted, her lips forming a disappointed pout.

“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “Alina’s been filling your head with all sorts of poisonous nonsense.”

My pulse skittered.

“H-how do you know about her?”

She waved a hand like she was lazily swatting a fly. “Don’t worry about that, sunshine. Let’s go home.”

Her gaze swept over the courtyard, over my family, and her expression hardened ever so slightly. “You’re clearly not wanted here.”

I took another step back, heart racing, and for the first time since I’d known her, a frown carved deep lines into Catherine’s face.

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