My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 NOT ON MY WATCH

LUCIAN’S POV

I could see it in his shoulders—the way they tensed like drawn wire. Kieran was barely holding himself together.

The infamous Alpha of NightFang, known for power that could shake battlefields, was now one step from breaking my neck in this very room.

But I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t afford to—not with Sera’s future on the line.

"I’m not here to provoke you," I said evenly, eyeing the glass he had in a vice-like grip. "But there are truths you need to hear, whether you like them or not. This isn’t even about you to begin with."

His eyes flared, sharp and wild like a cornered animal. "Careful, Lucian."

I nodded once. "For Sera’s sake, I will be."

I wasn’t rash or brute like Kieran; I knew how to play the long game, and that meant picking my fights wisely. "But I won’t be silent."

I swiped across my phone screen, switching from the training footage to Sera’s performance breakdown.

Her metrics were impressive. More than impressive—they were exceptional. She had raw talent, and she was relentless and determined. She took everything I and Maya threw at her, and she came back stronger. No matter how many times she went down, she always got back up.

And yet, I knew that this wasn’t even her full potential.

There was still a burden she carried around—pain and guilt and shame knotted deep inside her. Weighing her down. Holding her back.

A burden given to her by the very people who claimed to be her ’family.’

They had clipped her wings before they ever had the chance to spread, dulled her instincts, ruined her self-worth, and punished her for mistakes she should never have borne alone.

I would not let them do it again. Not on my watch.

"She’s thriving," I said quietly, not taking my eyes off Kieran, who couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. "But she could be so much more. If she’s ever going to reach her full potential, you need to stop dragging her back into the muck of your indecision."

He bristled, and his eyes snapped to me. "Indecision?"

I shrugged. "Even a blind person would see that you’re swinging between Sera and her sister like a pendulum."

A muscle flexed in his jaw. "That’s—"

"None of my business, yes, you’ve mentioned." I leaned in. "But as I’ve also mentioned, anything concerning Sera is my business."

Kieran scoffed, shaking his head like he didn’t want to hear it. "You think you know her better than I do? You met her, what—a month ago? Two?"

"And you were married to her for ten years, and yet, I see her more clearly than you ever did," I replied, voice calm but firm.

"I don’t know the dynamics of your relationship, but if any part of you ever loved her, if any part of you respects her, you’d stop making her relive the same wound over and over again. You’d let her heal."

He stood then, jaw clenched. I remained seated. Let him tower over me if that made him feel better.

"I don’t care who you think you are or what you think you know," he hissed. "But my business with Sera is—"

"And what about Celeste?" I asked.

A vertical line formed between his brows. "What about Celeste?"

I flicked the display again, this time pulling up the two-month evaluation from our compound—Celeste’s.

"It just seems to me like you’re focusing on the wrong woman."

I let him read the data in silence. Celeste’s numbers—despite having equal access to training, gear, and personnel—were abysmally low.

She was barely keeping pace with an average Omega recruit. Her form lacked discipline. Her drive lacked consistency. And her instincts? Nearly nonexistent.

"Maybe if you weren’t so concerned about her sister—who isn’t yours to be concerned with anymore—you would be able to help Celeste."

A low growl rolled through him. "That’s my future Luna. Show her some damn respect," he said through gritted teeth.

"I’m not here to insult or disrespect her," I said, before he could erupt. "But facts are facts, and numbers don’t lie."

Celeste and Sera were evidently not cut from the same cloth. Sera had what it took to be something great, something formidable.

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