My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 SUSPICIONS AND DOUBTS

KIERAN’S POV

“I did.”

The words—growled out by Ashar—hung in the air like thunder after a lightning strike. The truth stone glowed in my hand, silent and unyielding.

Everything stilled.

Not just the crowd, not just Sera—but even the night seemed to pause in deference to the revelation. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what I’d just said—what Ashar had just confessed.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears. ‘Ashar,’ I said, trying to wrestle back control. ‘What the fuck did you just say?’

But he was silent now. Tucked deep inside. Elusive.

‘Ashar!’

He couldn’t just drop a bomb like this and retreat.

Sera was staring at me like she didn’t know whether to breathe or break. Her lips moved as if trying to speak, to understand, but no sound came out.

My hand fell to my side as Maya took the truth stone and tucked it into her clutch.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Celeste demanded, voice cracking with panic.

“Kieran?” Sera’s soft, hesitant voice made something tighten in my chest. Her wide gaze was full of questions—none of which I could answer.

That night was just as hazy for me. I’d been drunk. I’d stumbled into a room to sleep it off. I’d woken up the next morning with Sera in my arms.

“Kieran!” Celeste snapped, pulling my attention to her. “What the hell? Why the fuck are you trying to cover up for her?”

“Are you deaf or just plain stupid?” Maya snapped. “Your precious Alpha just admitted that he was the one who came on to Sera!”

“Ten years.” Sera’s voice was a hoarse, trembling whisper, but it carried the weight of a thousand accusations. Her eyes seemed to burn, her gaze never leaving mine. Lucian moved to her side, glaring at me like I’d just torn the moon out of the sky.

“You let everyone blame me for...” Her nose wrinkled. “For seducing you, stealing you—”

“You did!” Celeste screamed, stepping between me and Sera. “I don’t know what you’re doing right now, but—”

“Enough!” I said sharply, my voice slicing through the night, vibrating with authority.

I looked around the crowd gathered and clenched a fist. “If you’re not a Blackthorne or Lockwood, goodnight.”

Celeste’s friends shuffled their feet, glancing at each other, reluctant to leave.

I growled low in my throat, fixing a pointed glare at Emma. “Good. Night.”

Slowly, they started to back away, sensing the shift. The spectacle was over.

Soon, the only people left were Celeste, Ethan, Maya, Lucian, Sera, and I.

Sera stood like a statue, drenched and trembling—but something told me it wasn’t from the cold. She didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stared at me like she’d never seen me before

I stepped toward her. “Sera—”

But she shook her head and turned away. Lucian put an arm around her, and as she leaned into his touch, I felt something primal in me rear its head—jealous, possessive.

“Sera!”

She paused, turning her head slightly. “I’m not a Blackthorne, or a Lockwood.”

Maya made to follow her, but Ethan caught her wrist. “Maya.”

She pulled her hand out of his. “My friend needs me,” she said, shooting him a look that managed to be simultaneously soft and reprimanding. “I’ll call you later.”

I watched as Sera walked away, Lucian and Maya at her side like sentinels.

I wanted to follow them. Wanted to say something. But my brain—my soul—was tangled in a thousand conflicting threads. Something was wrong. Ashar’s answer hadn’t just surprised everyone else. It had rattled me.

Ethan swore softly and shot me and Celeste a look. “Both of you—and I cannot stress this enough—what the fuck?”

My hand clenched tightly. “My question exactly.” My voice slipped out low and gravelly as I turned to Celeste.

Her eyes flashed with something—panic, anger...fear.

She turned on her heels and began to storm across the garden path.

My feet automatically moved after her. Someone was going to answer the questions warring within me, and if Ashar wouldn’t, then Celeste would.

I wasn’t even sure what I planned to say, only that I needed to ask her directly. Ashar’s admission and Sera’s accusation had kicked over a decade-old box of questions I’d sealed shut.

“Celeste,” I called after her.

She didn’t stop walking.

“Celeste!” I caught her arm gently, and she whirled around with a tear-streaked face and wide, wild eyes.

“Oh, what now?” she hissed. “Going to interrogate me, too? Accuse me of something I didn’t do?”

I lowered my voice. “It’s just me and you, Celeste. Tell me the truth. That night... Did you—did you send Sera to that room?”

“What about you?” she snapped back, her voice trembling. “Did you really kiss her first? Did you make the first move?”

“Don’t deflect, Celeste,” I pressed. “Did you send Seraphina into that room?”

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