My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 TOO FAR

SERAPHINA’S POV

The villa felt unusually bright when we returned, the sunlight spilling over the floors like molten gold.

I barely had time to process the warmth before Daniel’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Mom!” His tiny feet thundered down the hall, and he skidded to a halt in front of me, humming with excitement. He was still in his pajamas, his hair adorably sleep-rumpled.

But his bright smile dimmed as he took me in, and then his brows furrowed as his gaze dipped. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

I glanced down at my neatly bandaged ankle and felt a pang of embarrassment. I’d been here less than two days and had almost drowned and gotten bitten.

How was I supposed to keep my son safe if I couldn’t stay out of danger?

“It’s nothing, hon. Just a tiny scrape,” I said lightly, though the lingering sting from the snake bite throbbed faintly beneath the bandage.

Daniel’s dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. My son’s instincts were sharp, even at nine years old. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

He darted a glance toward Kieran, whose presence by the doorway was protective, yet somehow predatory—almost like he was watching out for any more snakes lurking around the villa.

“She’s fine, champ,” Kieran chimed in. “Your mom just needs a little rest and to stay off her feet.”

“I can help you, Mom!” Daniel insisted, stepping closer.

Before I could respond, Kieran moved. He was faster than I expected, and in one fluid motion, he had scooped me into his arms, cradling me as though I weighed nothing.

My protests automatically arose.

“K-Kieran! I don’t need—” I started, but the words faltered under the dizziness of being lifted off my feet.

The villa seemed to blur around me, the walls, the furniture, even Daniel’s wide-eyed look, all fading into the background as Kieran’s overwhelming presence took central stage.

“I can go by myself.” My words fumbled out.

It was one thing to lean on him when we were alone, but something about having an audience, even if it was Daniel—actually, especially if it was Daniel—brought a flush creeping up my neck.

“Mom,” Daniel said. “You always took care of me and Dad and everybody. Let someone else take care of you for a change.” His voice was solemn, and I found that there was no way I could argue with his logic.

I glanced at Kieran’s strong arms around me, at the precise way he held me so I wouldn’t jar my ankle, and the flush spread to my cheeks.

I hated how helpless I felt—but there was no way I could refuse in front of Daniel.

“Alright,” I muttered, voice tight with embarrassment, and let Kieran carry me up the villa’s steps. The weightlessness of being in his arms was both comforting and infuriating at once.

Once inside the bedroom, he gently lowered me onto the bed. His hands lingered at my sides as if checking to ensure I wasn’t injured further.

I squirmed slightly. “Kieran...I can sit up. Really, I don’t need all this fuss,” I said, trying to assert independence.

He ignored my words. Instead, he adjusted the pillows behind me, smoothing them down until my back was supported perfectly.

His hands brushed mine as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, the touch light but electric. I felt heat prick my neck. “You’re overdoing it,” I muttered.

“I’m not,” he said quietly, voice low, almost unreadable. “I’m making sure you’re okay.”

I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but my eyes kept catching his. The intensity there made my chest tighten.

He didn’t stop there. Within minutes, he had prepared a tray with fresh juice, cut fruit, and a small bowl of oats with honey.

I thought back to how he’d so easily prattled off my routine and diet to the doctor as if...

‘I’m just saying that Alpha Kiera clearly cares deeply for you, Luna.’

I shoved the memory to the back of my mind, along with the warmth it elicited.

Kieran knowing what I ate and how I lived was disturbing, not sweet.

Definitely not sweet.

“How did you know...all that stuff you told the doctor?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral as he set the tray on the side table.

His lips quirked slightly. “You’re a creature of habit,” he replied smoothly, settling onto the edge of the bed without touching me, yet somehow occupying the space in a way that made the air between us taut.

“Right.”

I reached for a glass of water from the side table, and he moved at the same time, so our fingers brushed. I jerked my hand back almost immediately, but the fleeting contact made a shiver run through me, one I tried hard to ignore.

Clearing his throat, Kieran handed me the glass of water, and I took it, careful not to let our fingers touch again.

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