My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Chapter 34 SOMETHING DESTINED

KIERAN’S POV

I was supposed to be watching Celeste train.

I’d agreed to accompany her to her training session at OTS that morning when she’d asked. Her gaze held that familiar plea, the one that said, ’Prove you still care.’

That, and her appalling statistics that Lucian had shown me, were the reason I was once again at OTS headquarters.

The plan was to keep a respectful distance, show support, maybe give her some pointers if she asked.

But it was one thing to see the numbers; it was another to have a firsthand experience of just how far behind Celeste was in her training.

We hadn’t even made it halfway through warm-ups before I realized she wasn’t focused. Her eyes weren’t on the course. They were on me.

Her footwork lagged, her form slipped, and her trainer winced more than once when Celeste nearly missed her mark.

I kept my distance. I didn’t want to overstep with her trainer’s instructions. But the longer I stayed, the more distracted she became—tripping over drills, snapping at her trainer, stealing glances at me like I was the one throwing her off balance.

Eventually, I stepped away. Told her I needed air. The truth was, I couldn’t take the weight of her gaze anymore. I was a distraction she didn’t need right now.

The second I stepped out of the room, the pressure in my chest shifted. Like the air changed density.

I paused in the hallway, rolling my shoulders.

I remembered Lucian’s words, urging me to focus on Celeste and her training. But I didn’t even know where to start with her. How could I help her if she couldn’t even concentrate with me in the same room?

"Oww!" Celeste’s indignant yell floated out into the corridor. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and pushed away from the wall.

I wandered the corridor outside the training halls, heading nowhere in particular. I knew Sera was somewhere in this building and that knowledge was a curse.

I wondered what she was doing—whatever it was, she was probably performing levels higher than Celeste.

I stamped down the urge to seek her out, to see her. Nothing good would come out of that. Not after the way we’d left things.

I was about to turn and head back to Celeste’s training room when I froze in my tracks.

It felt like I’d been shot through with a bolt of lightning, freezing me from within.

I felt Ashar—who had been quiet all morning—stir.

Something singed my blood. Like a voice. A whisper. A command.

A sudden, fierce tug beneath my ribs. An awakening.

It wasn’t just instinct. It wasn’t routine alertness or the casual awareness of another wolf in the vicinity. This was primal. Visceral. Intimate.

And... familiar?

My pulse stumbled.

What is that? I thought in confusion.

The pull grew stronger. Ashar surged, growling low in my chest. "Go."

I turned, following the magnetic pull like I’d been hooked on an invisible thread and reeled forward.

It wasn’t a direction—it was a feeling. A scent, barely there. A heat blooming under my skin, electric. Foreign and familiar all at once.

Ashar went from curious to feral in a heartbeat. I could feel him straining against my mind, pushing against the cage of my body, demanding to move faster, get closer.

And then it hit me—what this strange, overwhelming sensation was.

Mating call.

Ashar snarled and lunged, recognition blazing through him like wildfire. He knew that call. He knew her.

But I didn’t.

My brain scrambled. I’d never felt anything like this. Never heard that frequency, that tone. Never smelled that exact scent—warm vanilla and sandalwood, the edge of something wild, yet fragile.

But Ashar... He knew. His voice was pure certainty.

"Mine."

I stopped in front of a closed door I hadn’t meant to find. My hand went to the handle, already burning with tension I didn’t understand.

I was barely able to restrain myself from tearing into the room with all the force simmering in my body.

Time stopped.

In the center of the room, a meditation circle. The soft haze of incense curled through shafts of golden light. And at the center of it—

My heart seized.

Her.

Sera.

Kneeling across from Lucian Reed, their hands clasped, her face flushed, her lips parted like she was caught mid-breath. Her eyes were closed. Her expression was softer than I’d ever seen it—unguarded, glowing with something deep and primal. A sheen of sweat clung to her brow, trickled down the back of her neck.

I felt it before I understood it: the low hum in the room, the frayed threads of something destined being stitched back together.

Ashar howled—not with rage, but with longing. With recognition.

He made me surge toward her, certain—of what I couldn’t name, only feel: this was it. Her. The one.

The bond.

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