My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 THE KISS

MAYA’S POV

“Where are you going?” Ethan called after me, his voice low and sharp as he pointed behind him. “The party’s that way.”

I scoffed, stepping out onto the garden terrace behind the hall. The party was still going strong inside—laughter, clinking glasses, the occasional clatter of silverware—but it all sounded like bothersome static in my ears.

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going back to take any part in that farce.”

Ethan frowned. “Maya, this is my sister’s party. You have to learn to respect my family.”

I blinked at him for a long, incredulous moment, and his frown deepened. “What?”

“You’re doing it again,” I said.

“Doing what?”

“Acting like she’s not your family, too.”

“Who—Sera?”

“Yes, Sera!”

He shook his head, his lips flattening. “Why the hell are we talking about Sera again?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I hissed. “After seeing that bullshit your mother and Celeste pulled, you want to stay for the rest of the party?”

Ethan exhaled, rolling his eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” I let out a sharp laugh. “You watched them ambush her. You let it happen. Your sister practically held a knife to Sera’s throat, and your mother—don’t even get me started on that fucking vindictive speech. And you just stood there.”

“Sera wasn’t ambushed.” His voice was too calm, too controlled. “My mother was trying to keep the peace. That’s what she’s always done—what my father wanted before he died.”

I stared at him, stunned. “You think that was peacekeeping?”

“She’s trying to hold this family together,” he said. “To honor my father. You don’t get it, Maya.”

“You’re right!” I snapped. “I don’t fucking get it.”

“Maya—”

“I don’t get how you can talk to me about holding your family together when you all treat Sera like she’s a cancerous tumor that needs to be cut out. She’s your sister, too, Ethan—and the fact that you act this way is pretty fucking disgusting.”

His eyes narrowed. “Watch it.”

“No,” I said, stepping toward him. “You watch it. You want me to respect your family when they treat Seraphina like garbage? Fuck that!”

His hand came up—fast, firm, wrapping around my wrist before I could react. His grip wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. It was possessive.

“You will be my Luna one day,” he said, eyes boring into mine. “You will respect my family.”

I chafed against the command in his tone. “And what if I decide that I don’t want to be your Luna?”

His eyes hardened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “If you really care about Seraphina,” he said, voice tight, “then becoming my Luna might be the only way you can protect her.”

I stared at him, and for a second, I was so stunned, I couldn’t breathe.

“I’m sorry...” I shook my head. “I’m having a hard time figuring out if you just threatened me, threatened Sera, or made a fucking power play over me when you know—"

When Ethan’s mouth crashed into mine, it stole the thoughts clean out of my head.

I didn’t fight it—not right away.

My mind went quiet as the mate bond pulsed between us like a lullaby, sedating everything bitter and angry inside me.

Without consciously meaning to, I kissed him back. I gave in to the heat, the electricity crackling between us like a lightning storm.

His hand gripped my waist, pulling him to me. My arms automatically wrapped around his neck, pressing our chests together.

I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, claiming, dominating. For a moment, I forgot my anger and indignation, and all that mattered to me was the kiss—the desire suddenly blasting through my synapses.

This was different from all the other times Ethan and I had been intimate. The magnetic attraction between us was always there, but this felt like...a leash. Like I wasn’t in control of my actions, like I had absolutely no choice but to kiss him.

I felt it then—that edge of control. The way Ethan shifted closer, deepened the kiss, like he was claiming the last word in our argument. Like he was putting a period at the end of my sentence.

He wasn’t kissing me to comfort me.

He was kissing me to shut me up.

And the bastard was using our mate bond to make sure it worked.

I shoved him back hard, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

I was suddenly cold where his hands had been, but I shot him the fiercest glare I could summon. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

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