My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514: Chapter 514 IT’S OVER

SERAPHINA’S POV

Lucian collapsed at the same time Zara did.

Zara’s body hit the ground first with a dull thud, her eyes wide and lifeless as if a switch had been flipped to turn off whatever had animated her.

Lucian followed an instant later, falling into Evelyn’s arms before she could even fully process what had happened.

I saw her catch him. Saw her buckle under the weight.

And I saw her refuse to let go.

For a moment, I could not move.

Lucian had fallen unconscious—the steady rise and fall of his chest confirmed that.

But Zara—

My breath caught, and I couldn’t finish the thought.

It was Colin who broke the stillness first.

He stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowed with a look of disbelief refusing to give way to acceptance.

The air around him shifted as he extended his awareness outward, probing the remnants of the psychic battlefield like a surgeon checking for a pulse.

Then he exhaled, and I knew what he would say before he said it.

The oppressive pressure that had haunted the air since we stepped foot on the island simply...vanished, like a weight lifted so suddenly that the body beneath it struggled to remember how to stand upright without it.

“It’s gone,” he said quietly. “Catherine’s influence is completely severed.”

I didn’t know how my legs had held me up before then, because suddenly, they had no strength to bear my weight. I would have crashed to the floor if Kieran’s arms hadn’t slipped around me.

The moment he drew me into him, something inside me broke in a way that had nothing to do with injury or battle and everything to do with endurance finally running out.

I folded against his chest without thinking.

And then I sobbed.

Inelegant, uncontrollable, big, fat, ugly sobs.

They came out of me in uneven waves, shaking my entire body as if everything I had been holding together since the very beginning had finally found a crack large enough to escape through.

Kieran just held me tight, one hand pressed against the back of my head, the other steady at my waist. His scent enveloped me, grounding me in a way that almost felt wrong compared to everything we had just survived.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

I burrowed deeper, wishing I could sink into him and block out the rest of the world.

Alas.

Around us, movement resumed slowly, as if the world remembered it had a duty beyond witnessing grief.

Alois arrived, his presence sharp and immediate, cutting through the emotional fog like a blade of structured logic.

Tobias, after carefully transferring my mother into Maxwell’s arms and a brief introduction, followed closely behind Alois, both of them moving toward the center of the ridge where the remnants of the psychic collapse still lingered like heat after fire.

They did not speak much at first.

Alois crouched beside the fractured ground where Catherine’s influence had been most concentrated, his hand hovering just above it as faint, controlled energy traced invisible patterns in the air.

Tobias stood slightly behind him, eyes scanning the horizon, the island, the distant facility ruins still smoldering beneath a sky that now looked almost indecently calm.

“There’s nothing structured left,” Alois said finally. “No central anchor. No recursive pattern. Whatever Catherine was maintaining...it has fully collapsed.”

Tobias exhaled once through his nose, as if that was the only acceptable form of relief he allowed himself to show.

“Then it’s over.”

Alois nodded. “It’s over.”

The words should have felt like victory.

Instead, they felt like the moment after a storm when you realize how many things it destroyed while you were still inside it.

After receiving the all-clear, more of the Allied forces began to arrive.

Boats cut through the coastline below, their engines loud against the unnatural quiet that still lingered over the island.

Helicopters circled overhead, their searchlights sweeping across fractured terrain and ruined structures, marking positions, securing perimeters, mapping what remained.

Soldiers moved in organized waves, careful yet urgent, securing entrances and identifying and detaining threats that were no longer under Catherine’s control but still dangerous by virtue of what they’d done.

The rogues were the first to be restrained.

Then Jack.

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