My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 PERFECT WORLD

SERAPHINA’S POV

The first moments back in my apartment were...quiet. Almost shockingly so.

I glanced at the scattered grocery bags I’d hastily thrown inside before rushing off in the ambulance—there was a tub of ice cream in there that I knew was a goner.

It was hard to believe I was still in the same day that had promised to be peaceful and restful.

But at least now, I was free of the chaos. No judgements or accusations or pain.

Just me. Just the sound of the rain pattering faintly against the window, the scent of the lingering storm mingling with the faint warmth of home.

Ethan’s presence in the car lingered in my chest like a ghost I wasn’t sure I wanted to exorcise.

The ride home still confused me. He hadn’t lectured me. He hadn’t tried to twist my words or corner me. He’d just...believed me.

For the first time in what felt like forever, my brother and I had shared a conflict-free moment together.

And in that, there was a thread of comfort, a small, glimmering hope that maybe, just maybe, not everyone I’d ever counted on was completely lost to me.

Oddly...Kieran too. He had stood by me today, his patience and defense quiet but firm.

I could still feel the echo of his presence as he stood between me and my mother, the warmth of his intervention like a shield.

But even with that, my chest felt heavy.

Sure, it seemed like my divorce had been some sort of wake-up call, and I was starting to see glimpses of the people I’d once called family. They were starting to act like they actually cared.

But the damage—the years of small betrayals, dismissals, slights, and outright cruelty—didn’t vanish in a single day.

That kind of pain lingered, settled into the muscles and bones, into the rhythm of my breath.

More than a decade of being treated as inferior, of being undervalued, didn’t dissolve with a few conciliatory gestures.

Too tired to shower, I simply stripped out of my wet clothes and pulled on an OTS sweatshirt and sweatpants.

I sank into my bed, hugging my legs to myself as the light rainfall from outside mixed with the residue of the storm still inside me.

I had to put all the confusing thoughts of Ethan and Kieran out of my mind. I’d been doing well without them so far—I hadn’t needed them all this time, and I didn’t need them now.

I exhaled, letting the tension roll from my shoulders. I had to do something to quiet my thoughts, to reclaim myself.

I shifted my legs, crossing them in front of me, and closed my eyes. I pressed my palms into my knees. Meditation—yes, that was what I needed now.

It sounded so simple, almost laughable, but, just like the previous times I’d meditated to find peace, it worked. Bit by bit, my ragged breaths began to even out.

The sharp leftover ache in my chest eased, and I could feel serenity settling.

Only this time, it was...different.

The world around me didn’t just settle; it expanded, stretched into an uncanny, almost electric clarity.

Every sound seemed sharper, clearer—the faint echo of Mrs. Harlow’s terrier barking across the street, the distant hum of a lone car, the delicate patter of raindrops on the roof—all weaving together into a rhythm that thrummed in my chest, synchronized with something deep and instinctual inside me.

Colors grew vivid in my mind’s eye. The gray of the clouds outside glimmered with hints of silver, each droplet on the windowpane sparkling like fractured light.

Shadows and highlights were enhanced, vibrating with a subtle energy I had never noticed before.

My pulse quickened at the sensation, an awareness that went beyond sight and sound—a resonance that felt like a whisper from within, something...familiar.

Like the first time I’d meditated with Lucian in the Moon Hall.

And then, faintly, almost imperceptibly at first, I heard it: the rumble of Lucian’s car descending my driveway.

My eyes flew open, and for a split second, my heart stuttered in disbelief.

Could it be? Was it possible? Could this mean my wolf was stirring, awakening?

The connection I had felt in flashes and whispers before, now throbbed with insistence, teasing at the edges of my senses.

My chest constricted with a mix of awe and fear, a tethered exhilaration that left me trembling.

Before the doorbell even rang, I was at the entrance, flinging the door open. The smell of the storm followed him in, mixed with his own signature scent—something warm, musky, and undeniably Lucian.

He barely had time to drop the bag he carried before I flew into his arms, ignoring the moisture clinging to my hair and wrapping my arms around his neck.

His laughter vibrated through me as he held me tightly to his powerful frame. “Well, this is a nice new way of being greeted.”

I pulled back, giddy laughter spilling out of me. “I think I can sense her. I think my wolf...she’s awake, or close. I don’t know. But I was just meditating and I felt—"

“Evidence,” he said, voice soft. He was smiling at me gently, eyes bright with pride. “It’s evidence of the awakening. You’re progressing, Sera. That’s...good. Really good.”

I squealed, burying my head in the crook of his neck.

The world outside faded—storm, rain, the weight of the day. Only Lucian, the solidity of him, the warmth of his arms around me, the amazing reality that I was closer than ever to my wolf, mattered.

He chuckled, and after a while, gently set me on my feet. But he still held on to me, pulling back just far enough to look at me.

“This calls for a celebration,” he declared. “What do you say we leave the cooking for another day and go out to eat? Someplace special.”

And just like that, a dark cloud rolled in, overshadowing the sunshine of my happiness.

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