My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Chapter 115 REGRETS AND WHAT-IFS

KIERAN’S POV

I stood, frozen, watching Sera’s retreating figure until the sway of her hair and the measured lift of her shoulders disappeared behind the arch of the park entrance.

The ache in my chest wasn’t a sharp stab—it was the slow, gnawing kind that crept in and hollowed everything out.

It was pain, yes, but pain I couldn’t quite qualify.

The cruelest part was that it shouldn’t have hurt—not when she had made it clear again and again that there was no room for me in her world.

And after that phone call the night I let myself have a little too much to drink, after Lucian’s curt voice came down the line, practically telling me to fuck off and stop disrupting their time together, I realized: there was no going back for us.

If there had even been a ‘back’ in the first place.

Perhaps that was what haunted me the most—the realization that Sera and I had never truly had a past together. Not one worth holding onto, at least.

From the very beginning of our so-called marriage, I had never really seen her. I had looked through her, past her, around her, as though she were nothing more than an inconvenient shadow. The ghost of my mistakes.

My hatred—born of my own blindness, my own misplaced affections—had been the lens through which I saw everything she did.

And through that warped lens, she had always come out small. Invisible. I let myself believe that lie because it was easier than admitting how much of me was bound up in someone I refused to acknowledge.

If not for the attack at the funeral—the blood, the screaming, the bone-deep terror of almost losing her—I would have gone on this way indefinitely.

Ignoring her. Overlooking her. Pretending she was nothing more than the silent, unremarkable mother of my child, tethered to my life by duty alone.

And so I asked myself, staring at the empty space where she had stood moments before: what exactly was I losing now? What was I mourning?

Could I even call the cause of this ache in my chest love? Did I have the right to use such a word after all the ways I’d fucked up?

The echo of Daniel’s laughter floated faintly in my mind, and I felt myself drawn back to the bench.

This was his spot, the one he always claimed when we came here, and as I lowered myself onto it, gripping the wooden slats, a memory bloomed vividly in my mind.

He must have been about seven years old, too young to ask introspective questions. Yet, he’d scrambled up beside me and fixed his wide innocent eyes on me as he asked: ‘Daddy, what is love?’

At the time, my thoughts had gone straight to Celeste.

Surely our relationship was proof enough. After all, wasn’t that what everyone said? That Celeste and I were love’s perfect example?

But even in that moment, something in me held back. Something in me knew better.

So I had told him instead about my parents—two fated wolves who had overcome all odds and chosen each other and stayed by each other’s side until the end.

Their steadiness, their loyalty, the awe with which my father looked at my mother, even after decades together. The way he worshiped the ground she walked on and would burn the world down for her.

That, I’d told Daniel, was love.

It was what I thought I was missing, what I thought Sera had taken from me.

But now, with Celeste back in my life, I found myself questioning everything.

The love I thought I had with her—it wasn’t what I had imagined.

Yes, once upon a time, we had been the golden couple: the Alpha heir and the Lockwood princess.

Together we had been envied, admired, praised. Dating Celeste had satisfied every ounce of ego in me.

She was grace and beauty, and she sparked a fire in me. We’d been young and wild once—stolen nights, burning kisses that promised more but never crossed the final line.

Edward Lockwood had made it very clear he wouldn’t tolerate his daughter ending up pregnant before marriage, especially not as a minor.

I had respected that, or at least abided by it, believing that our fairy-tale ending was only a matter of time. The golden couple’s coronation.

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