My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her.

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PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 200+ CHAPTERS

My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her – Sneak Peek

SERAPHINA’S POV

“Seraphina!”

I jolted awake in bed at the sound of my name, my mother’s voice sharp with urgency over the phone. It trembled, brittle and strained.

“Mom?” My throat was raw. She hadn’t reached out in ten years, not unless it was the worst kind of news.

“Your father—” Her breath hitched before breaking. “He’s been attacked.”

My stomach clenched as ice-cold fear gripped me.

“What?!”

“Oh, Sera, he’s barely clinging to life!” my mother sobbed.

I threw the covers aside and jumped out of bed. “Send me the hospital address,” I said, my voice shaking. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

I moved quietly down the stairs, careful not to wake my son, Daniel. The light beneath my husband Kieran’s office door told me he was still awake. As the Alpha of the pack, he always had too much to handle.

And if I were honest with myself, too much resentment toward me.

A decade-old mistake had bound us together, one he had never forgiven.

So I didn’t plan to bother him.

By the time I slid into the driver’s seat, tears were already streaming down my face.

J𝗼𝗂𝗻 t𝗵𝗈𝗎ѕa𝗇𝘥𝗌 𝗈𝖿 f𝘢𝗻𝗌 𝘰ո 𝗴al𝗻𝘰𝘃𝘦ls.𝗰о𝗆

My father had always seemed invincible, unshakable—the giant of my heart, even if he had never wanted me as his daughter. Even if he had hated me. I had never imagined he could be taken from me like this.

I slammed my foot on the accelerator.

When I reached the hospital, my mother and brother sat like shadows outside the operating room. My chest tightened. Could the giant really fall?

I hesitated, unable to force myself any closer. Not when their disgust had exiled me long ago. After that night ten years ago, they had erased me. To the world, they had only one daughter now—Celeste.

Should I even be here?

It had been ten years since we last spoke. Even after Daniel was born, all communication with the family had gone through Kieran. My father had made it clear—he never wanted to see my face again.

Would he really want to see me now?

What if he didn’t? What if his resentment hadn’t faded?

I hesitated, my pulse pounding in my ears, until the sharp swish of the operating room doors cut through my thoughts. The doctor stepped out, pulling his gloves from his fingers.

“Doctor!” I rushed forward before I could stop myself, my voice shaking. “How is my father?”

The grim expression on his face said it all. “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but his injuries were far too severe.”

I pressed a hand to my mouth, choking back the sob clawing up my throat.

“Is he… gone?” Ethan, my brother, barely glanced at me as he addressed the doctor, his voice rough.

“Not yet.” The man shook his head slowly. “But he won’t last the night. He’s been asking for his daughter.”

I took an instinctive step forward, then froze.

His daughter.

It couldn’t be me. After ten years of indifference and resentment, the daughter my dying father wanted to see would never be me.

Ethan’s laugh was ice. “Ten years, and our family is still paying for your mistakes!”

I turned to face him, tears streaking my cheeks. A decade had passed since I’d stood this close to him, since he’d looked at me. Time had sharpened him into a true Alpha: broader shoulders, a harder jaw, dominance rolling off him in waves.

But the hatred in his eyes?

That hadn’t changed.

My heart twisted viciously, like claws raking flesh.

“Because of you,” he snarled, “Celeste moved away. Because of you, she can’t be here. Because of you, Dad will die with his last wish unfulfilled.”

“Yes, it’s all my fault.” My laugh was bitter, heavy with years of pain. “After all these years, I’m still the first one blamed. No one cares about the truth, or how I feel!”

Tears burst free, my outburst freezing Ethan for a heartbeat. But just as quickly, his expression hardened, and his voice turned razor-sharp.

“Your feelings? You stole your sister’s fiancé and dare to talk about feelings?”

My nails dug deep into my palms, reopening that ugly old scar. Ten years ago, at the Blood Moon Hunt, I had just turned twenty—the age when every werewolf finds their mate. After a lifetime of being overlooked, I had been desperate for that bond.

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