My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529: Chapter 529 A SECOND CHANCE (BONUS Chapter 7)

EVELYN’S POV

Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains in pale ribbons of gold, catching in strands of hair and tracing shifting patterns across bare skin.

For a long moment, I simply lay there and stared.

Lucian slept on his stomach beside me, one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the other stretched lazily across the mattress between us, his face turned toward me as though even unconsciousness had not quite erased the instinct that had drawn him closer during the night.

I wasn’t sure I had ever seen him peaceful before.

Even while he was in the clinic, there had been tension lingering around him like a shadow that refused to let go.

But this was different.

The hard lines of his face had softened beneath sleep’s mercy. The perpetual strain I had come to associate with him was gone, leaving behind a man who looked younger and infinitely more vulnerable.

Gods, he was beautiful.

His dark hair, having been tugged out of its usual bun by my impatient hands last night, lay in soft disarray across the pillow, halo-like.

Long lashes cast shadows against sharp cheekbones that looked less severe without those tortured eyes staring at the world as though bracing for attack.

My gaze drifted lower—to the broad line of his shoulders, the muscles of his back rising and falling beneath each slow breath, the dark tattoo winding around his right arm.

My fingers twitched with the sudden, absurd urge to trace every line and curve of his body.

Instead, I curled them tightly into the blanket. The blanket that was currently the only thing covering either of us.

Heat rushed into my face as memories returned in flashes that made my entire body tighten.

Moonlight spilling across polished floors.

Lucian’s voice saying my name like a prayer.

Navy eyes looking at me as though I was something precious and fragile and entirely impossible.

The warmth of his body pressed against mine.

The connection that had flooded the bond between us until I hadn’t known where I ended and he began.

A sound escaped Lucian in his sleep—a soft sigh that sounded like my name and made my heart stumble.

Carefully, trying not to wake him and rob him of the peace I knew was rare, I shifted slightly and looked around the room.

I winced, taking in the mini disaster.

My shirt hung halfway off the chair near the window, my jeans lay tangled with his shirt near the foot of the bed, and one of Lucian’s boots had somehow ended up near the door while the other rested beside the bed.

I had spent years believing myself to be a rational, intelligent woman capable of making sensible decisions under pressure.

Apparently, all it took to dismantle that illusion was one blue-eyed werewolf and a full moon.

The thought made a quiet bubble of laughter rise unexpectedly as my eyes roamed the room again—and stopped on the bags sitting by the door.

I cocked my head, and for a moment my mind refused to make sense of what I was seeing.

The warmth lingering in my chest faltered as my smile slowly faded.

I pushed myself upright, careful not to disturb Lucian, but he remained motionless beside me, his breathing deep and even as sleep held him fast.

My gaze drifted from the bags to the folded piece of paper resting on top of them, and a knot tightened low in my stomach before I had even reached for it.

Some instinct deep inside me already knew I wasn’t going to like whatever waited inside.

The paper unfolded easily beneath my fingers.

Lucian,

If you’re reading this, then congratulations on proving me right.

I knew you were absolutely going to do something annoying like sneak out before sunrise without saying goodbye.

I’ve packed enough supplies to get you through the first part of your journey—whatever or wherever that may be.

And no, this isn’t permission to disappear forever.

Shadowveil will be there when you’re ready. OTS will be here when you’re ready. I’ll be here when you’re ready.

You’re not alone, Lucian. I hope one day you believe that. I hope one day you set down the burden of guilt you’re carrying.

I hope one day, you find peace—within yourself and with everything else.

P.S. I still think you should see Evelyn before you leave, but I understand your reservations.

I’ll always be rooting for you.

—Sera

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