My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 FRIENDS DON’T KISS

SERAPHINA’S POV

Lucian’s answer lingered in the night air, so charged that even the forest seemed to tense and hold its breath.

And he wasn’t done.

“If I’d been honest sooner—if I’d trusted someone enough to share the truth instead of controlling it—maybe things would’ve been different.”

“Who?” Finn’s soft voice floated through the air.

Lucian’s gaze remained steady on the fire, the reflection of its glow flickering in his eyes.

“Someone who deserved better,” he said quietly. “Someone I hurt because I thought I was protecting her.”

No one spoke. The usual easy laughter that had filled the campsite faded into a kind of reverent silence, broken only by the sharp crackle of flames.

But even the fire seemed to burn quieter, its orange glow painting everyone’s faces in thoughtful light.

I’d half expected Lucian to say something cryptic or charming, the kind of polished line Alphas often used to save face. But this—this wasn’t for show.

The weight in his voice—cautious, regretful—carried an honesty that wasn’t performative. He wasn’t saying it for sympathy or attention; he was owning it.

A lump formed in my throat.

I knew I shouldn’t read into it, shouldn’t assume every regret he voiced was about me. But every syllable seemed to carve a path straight through my defenses.

I realized then that Lucian hadn’t chosen truth out of pride or arrogance. He’d done it for me.

He hadn’t wanted to make me uncomfortable with the dare. He’d chosen the harder path—honesty—knowing it might expose him in a way I’m sure he wasn’t used to.

The firelight caught on his expression—somber, unguarded, so raw that my chest clenched.

He wasn’t just talking about guilt. He was talking about regret. The kind that eats at you long after the dust has settled.

Alina’s voice stirred faintly in the back of my mind, soft and measured. ‘He means it. He’s a good Alpha—flawed, but good. It’s no wonder he once held your affection.’

I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on the dancing flames.

“Okay,” Roxy exhaled, leaning forward to spin the bottle. “I hereby forbid anyone else from picking truth.”

Scattered laughter bounced through the group as the bottle landed on Talia.

Lucian didn’t glance at me once during the rest of the game, and somehow that made it worse.

Everyone else, though, did—some openly, some sneaking peeks when they thought I wasn’t looking. Their wide eyes and furrowed brows broadcast a curiosity that was suffocating.

It quickly got too much to bear.

“I’m going to get some air,” I muttered, though we were literally outside.

Judy gave me a knowing look but didn’t stop me as I stood, brushing ash and cracker crumbs from my shorts, and walked a few paces toward the lake.

The night air was cool, the scent of pine fresh and centering. I didn’t realize how shallowly I’d been breathing until I was away from the firelight, and cold, fresh air filled my lungs with a deep breath.

A minute later, I heard footsteps behind me, and I didn’t need to turn to know who they belonged to.

“Did I...say too much?” Lucian’s voice broke the quiet, careful and hesitant.

I turned. He stood there a few feet away, hands in his pockets, firelight flickering behind him like an aura.

His usual self-assurance was gone, replaced by the uncharacteristic nervousness that was quickly becoming familiar on him. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I sighed. “You didn’t. You just...caught everyone off guard.”

He nodded slowly. “Everyone...or you?”

Yep.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling the chill. “You didn’t have to answer like that. You could’ve kept it vague.”

He instantly shrugged off his jacket, and before I could protest, the weight of it landed on my shoulders. The warmth of his scent surrounded me, and something more akin to nostalgia twisted my gut.

“I didn’t want to,” he said simply. “I spent enough time hiding behind vague answers. That’s what put us in this position in the first place. I’m not going to do that anymore, Sera.”

His tone tugged something deep inside me. Up close, I could see it clearer: the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face, the faint shadows under his eyes.

He’d been putting on a brave front, holding himself together for everyone else. But the mask didn’t hold as well under the moonlight.

“You look tired,” I murmured before I could stop myself.

Lucian huffed a laugh, low and quiet. “On a scale of one to ten, how cheesy is ‘I can’t sleep cause you’ve been running through my mind’?”

My laughter caught me by surprise. But oh gods, it felt so fucking good.

Two days. We’d stayed out of communication for much longer than that, but I didn’t think I had missed Lucian as much as I realized I missed him right now.

“Twelve,” I answered, my voice surprisingly light.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s what I feared.”

He took a hesitant step closer. “Sera...about before. I meant what I said.”

I looked away, tracing the ripple of moonlight on the lake’s surface. “That you hurt someone important to you?”

“That I was an arrogant bastard who thought he was protecting her when all I was really doing was controlling her.” His words strained. “I didn’t realize how much damage I caused until it was too late.”

The confession hit like a soft punch. There was no bravado, no justification—just remorse.

“You don’t need to apologize again,” I said quietly.

“I do,” he insisted. “Not because I expect you to forgive me or”—he exhaled—“come back to me. But because you deserve to hear it. I’m sorry, Sera.”

The sincerity in his eyes disarmed me. I think I expected defensiveness or stubborn Alpha pride. But this—this was different.

For a fleeting moment, I saw the Lucian I’d been falling for. The one who’d saved my life. Who’d believed in me before anyone else did. Who, first and foremost, had been my friend.

I smiled faintly. “Apology accepted.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly, almost in disbelief.

“But,” I added, “that doesn’t mean we’re...resuming anything. Let’s just be friends. For now.”

He smiled then—not the charming, practiced one he wore at public events, but a small, honest curve of his lips that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

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