My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 UGLY DARKNESS

SERAPHINA’S POV

It took every ounce of dignity and self-respect I had not to cower and shrink under the cold disdain in Celeste’s eyes as they roamed over my body, her glossy lips twisting in disgust.

"Wow, Sera," she sneered, shaking her head. "What the hell was I worried about?" she said, almost to herself.

I folded my arms, bracing them around me like they could shield me from the interaction to come.

"What can I do for you, Celeste?" I asked, my voice measured, flat.

She cocked her head. "You’re not going to invite your little sister into your new home? How is life as a divorcée, by the way?"

I clenched my jaw, bracing my feet at the doorway. "It’s my rest day, Celeste. You interrupted a fabulous nap, and I’m sure you didn’t come all this way to sneer and wrinkle your nose. So, what do you want?"

"I wonder about it a lot, you know?" she said.

I frowned. "What?"

"What could you have possibly done to trick Kieran into bed with you that night? How did someone as fundamentally unattractive as you pull that off? How much did you fuck with his brain that he lost all common sense?"

I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. I was so not in the fucking mood for this.

"Goodbye, Celeste."

I grabbed the door and tried to close it, but Celeste braced her foot between the door and the frame.

"Stay away from him," she hissed.

I looked up at her. "Who?"

"Kieran," she spat. "Who else?"

I sighed. I was way too tired and sleepy for this bullshit. "In case you didn’t get the memo upon your return, Celeste, Kieran and I are divorced. Surely, he mentioned that to you."

"And yet, you’re still going around, shamelessly seducing him like the slut you are."

I froze, waking up a little. "Excuse me?"

Celeste’s face morphed into something ugly and vicious. "He came back to the training room covered in your stink. You thought I wouldn’t find out that you’re still thirsting after my man?"

The sheer absurdity of her accusation left me momentarily speechless. Kieran had tried to kiss me, and somehow, I was the villain?

"He left you, Sera," Celeste continued, each word a sharp-edged blade designed to cut.

"He never wanted you ten years ago, and he doesn’t fucking want you now. Look at you and look at me—do you really think he’d choose an ugly, wolfless slut over me, the woman of his dreams?"

She stepped closer, and her jasmine perfume wrapped around me like a poisonous fog.

"You’re nothing, Seraphina," she hissed. "Do you hear me? Nothing."

"You have no wolf, no job, and now, no husband. You will never amount to anything."

"Your destiny is to sit on the sidelines forever and watch me rightfully take my place—as Kieran’s mate, his wife, his Luna." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I’d be lying if I said those words of hers didn’t sting me deeply. I’d spent a lifetime hearing these.

Wolfless. Weak. Unworthy.

Decades trying to outrun it. But after that night, I became a sinner forever. Never deserving of any mercy.

I’d groveled for scraps of their approval. Played the obedient wife. Swallowed all the accusations. Even voluntarily walked away from my marriage, thinking distance might dull the ache.

But none of it mattered.

Here stood my sister, on my doorstep, oozing that same venomous smile she’d worn when she’d "accidentally" exposed my lack of a wolf to the entire pack.

Memory fragments burned behind my eyelids:

*Mother turning away as the pack youths "tripped" me into mud;

*Father’s dismissive snort when I begged for training;

*Ethan’s indifferent eyes when his friends cornered me in the woods;

*Celeste’s laughter when her minions pulled my hair hard...

Leaning against the doorframe, I squeezed my eyes shut. The ugly darkness I’d kept caged for years rattled its chains.

Why was I always the one begging? What sick part of me kept letting them win?

Years of fury, humiliation, and swallowed pain erupted in a single breath. When my eyes snapped open, I gave a dark smirk at her.

"You’re right," I said sweetly. "You’re his dream woman. And yet..." I let my smirk sharpen as I went in for the kill. "For ten years, it was my bed he came to, not yours."

The effect was instantaneous. Celeste flinched like I’d slapped her—I considered doing that too, but my arms ached too damn much.

"The trick I played must have been a damn good one," I continued, enjoying the way she seemed to crystallize on my doorstep. "I must have fucked with his brain so good, he couldn’t go a day without fucking me."

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