My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 TRUTH OR DARE

LUCIAN’S POV

I hadn’t slept in two days.

Not that anyone could tell; over time, I’d become adept at masking exhaustion, shielding it behind a practiced façade.

But when I saw Sera standing at the edge of the campsite, frozen in shock at the sight of me, I knew no amount of composure could disguise what was written all over me.

There was that wall between us now; I could feel it as surely as the fire’s heat against my skin—almost as if it had been fortified.

Yet beyond the distance, what struck me hardest wasn’t hostility. It was her calmness, unsettling and serene.

It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t resentment. It was something colder, quieter.

Acceptance.

She’d already accepted my absence before I could even process what it meant. When Judy pulled her aside earlier, I didn’t need to hear the words to guess the conversation.

And when Talia obliviously paired us together, Sera’s decision to stay—to work with me—felt both like mercy and punishment.

I knew what she was doing—keeping the peace, trying not to ruin the experience for everyone else.

That was Sera: endlessly selfless and considerate, even to her own detriment.

Still, her willingness to stay lit a dangerous, fragile spark inside me. Hope.

As we worked side by side, I let myself imagine, just for a heartbeat, that nothing had changed between us. That the silence was companionable instead of strained.

The fire hissed as fat dripped into the flames; laughter rippled somewhere behind us. I almost believed we were fine—until her hand reached for the stack of napkins teetering near the edge of the table.

Before I could think, my hand shot out, steadying the stack. Our fingers brushed.

We both froze.

“Here,” I said stiffly.

Her eyes flicked up, startled, like she hadn’t expected me to speak at all.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking the napkins.

“Anytime,” I managed softly.

She offered me a small smile—barely there, brief—and yet it hit me like a jolt to the chest.

It wasn’t forgiveness. But maybe...a truce.

For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.

But that fleeting, delicate moment unlocked something I’d kept tightly guarded.

The memories slipped through before I could stop them—back to the exhibition hall, to the words that shattered everything.

My first instinct was to regret telling her the truth.

But deep down, what I really regretted was not telling her sooner.

I’d been blind. Arrogant. Convinced that by controlling what she knew, I could control what hurt her. That ignorance could shield her from pain. But all I did was rob her of choice.

Sera never needed saving. She needed honesty. Transparency.

And by denying her that, I became exactly what I’d despised in Kieran. Different sins, same result—the loss of her.

The thought sat heavy in my chest. I wished I could go back, rewind everything, fix us before we ever broke.

But I couldn’t. So I clung on to the only thing left—that fragile, dangerous feeling. Hope.

Because the alternative—the idea that she was truly gone from my life—was unbearable.

I’d finally understood it now: I didn’t want Sera for her bloodline, or because she fit some idea of what I thought I needed.

Back in that exhibition hall, my confession had been born of desperation—a reckless attempt to keep her from walking away.

But in the silence that followed, in the nights when missing her hollowed me out, I realized something else.

I hadn’t lied.

I loved her.

Somewhere along the line—I couldn’t say when—I’d truly, truly fallen for Sera.

I wouldn’t push, not until she was ready. But I wouldn’t walk away either.

And I would never stop trying to become someone worthy of her choosing.

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