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My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

29 Chapter 29 NAUSEATINGLY LOVELY · Nov 01, 2026

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1 1 Chapter 1 THE MISTAKE 2026-11-01
2 2 Chapter 2 COLD AND EMPTY 2026-11-01
3 3 Chapter 3 ALL I WANT 2026-11-01
4 4 Chapter 4 WHERE’S THE FIRE 2026-11-01
5 5 Chapter 5 THE UNINVITED GUEST 2026-11-01
6 6 Chapter 6 ICY REGARD 2026-11-01
7 7 Chapter 7 ROCKY RELATIONSHIP 2026-11-01
8 8 Chapter 8 OUT OF THE SHADOWS 2026-11-01
9 9 Chapter 9 SADISTIC BASTARD 2026-11-01
10 10 Chapter 10 DANGEROUS COMBINATION 2026-11-01
11 11 Chapter 11 2026-11-01
12 12 Chapter 12 UGLY DARKNESS 2026-11-01
13 13 Chapter 13 YOUʼRE SAFE NOW 2026-11-01
14 14 Chapter 14 ALL THESE YEARS 2026-11-01
15 15 Chapter 15 ONE BIG ROLLERCOASTER 2026-11-01
16 16 Chapter 16 EXES OR ENEMIES 2026-11-01
17 17 Chapter 17 THOUSANDS OF MILES 2026-11-01
18 18 Chapter 18 HOSPITAL BUDDY 2026-11-01
19 19 Chapter 19 A DEAD PLANT 2026-11-01
20 20 Chapter 20 THE LAW OF ELASTICITY 2026-11-01
21 21 Chapter 21 JEALOUS EX 2026-11-01
22 22 Chapter 22 BREAKING POINT 2026-11-01
23 23 Chapter 23 RUINED EVERYTHING 2026-11-01
24 24 Chapter 24 THREE MINUTES 2026-11-01
25 25 Chapter 25 BROKEN PROMISES 2026-11-01
26 26 Chapter 26 FAILURE OF A FATHER 2026-11-01
27 27 Chapter 27 HER REGRET 2026-11-01
28 28 Chapter 28 WORTH CELEBRATING 2026-11-01
29 29 Chapter 29 NAUSEATINGLY LOVELY 2026-11-01
30 30 Chapter 30 NOT ON MY WATCH 2026-11-01
31 31 Chapter 31 TRASH IN SILK 2026-11-01
32 32 Chapter 32 MY LUNA 2026-11-01
33 33 Chapter 33 BEYOND THE VEIL 2026-11-01
34 34 Chapter 34 SOMETHING DESTINED 2026-11-01
35 35 Chapter 35 THAT WAS STRENGTH 2026-11-01
36 36 Chapter 36 PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING 2026-11-01
37 37 Chapter 37 FIGHT A DRAGON 2026-11-01
38 38 Chapter 38 POWER AND FIRE 2026-11-01
39 39 Chapter 39 FEDEX IT 2026-11-01
40 40 Chapter 40 UNDER THE FULL MOON 2026-11-01
41 41 Chapter 41 PLAYING CINDERELLA 2026-11-01
42 42 Chapter 42 FIERCE LUMINOUS WOMAN 2026-11-01
43 43 Chapter 43 SPONGEBOB BAND-AIDS 2026-11-01
44 44 Chapter 44 THE LAST STRAW 2026-11-01
45 45 Chapter 45 NO 2026-11-01
46 46 Chapter 46 TWO OF A KIND 2026-11-01
47 47 Chapter 47 TRUTH STONE 2026-11-01
48 48 Chapter 48 SUSPICIONS AND DOUBTS 2026-11-01
49 49 Chapter 49 LET 2026-11-01
50 50 Chapter 50 THIN HOPE 2026-11-01

29: Chapter 29 NAUSEATINGLY LOVELY 29: Chapter 29 NAUSEATINGLY LOVELY KIERAN’S POV

I stared at the read receipt, wondering why the hell I had sent the message in the first place.

I knew there would be no typing bubbles, no reply.

Why would there be?

Did I really expect a birthday greeting and those three meaningless words—Hope you’re well—to fix it all?

After what I said to her, after what I did, how could that ever be enough?

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—not the hardened Sera who’d pushed me away these past months, not the defiant woman who’d looked at me with ice in her gaze.

No, that day, she looked…wrecked.

Shattered in a way I had never seen before—not even when I asked for a divorce or when we had to send Daniel away.

And it had been my doing.

Celeste’s reddened cheek.

Her tear-streaked story.

They’d ignited a rage so blinding I hadn’t stopped to question.

Hadn’t considered that there might be another side.

And then—Goddess—I’d exploded.

Every cruel word was a weapon wielded for Celeste’s sake.

I deserved that second slap.

Deserved far worse.

But nothing had prepared me for the pain in Sera’s eyes.

It truly cut.

The way each word had trembled as she fought to keep herself together.

The way she’d said she’d rather have been with any strangers that night instead of me.

Watching her walk away had felt like a part of me was being torn out, and in my desperation to hold onto something, I’d forgotten Celeste was even there.

I’d chased her to the parking lot, and the sight of Sera hunched over the steering wheel, her body wracked with silent sobs… it had doused the fire of my anger over Celeste’s cheek in an instant.

What the hell had I become?

I’d wanted to go to her then, to knock on her window—to beg for forgiveness—but Celeste’s voice calling my name from behind had pulled me back.

I was caught between two women I’d hurt, and I’d chosen the one who was already in my arms, the one crying into my chest.

But my wolf had been howling, a silent, agonized cry, in the direction the other woman had driven away.

***

The days bled together, each one heavier with regret.

Today—her birthday—had been my flimsy excuse to reach out.

I stared at my screen, and even though I knew it was no use, I waited.

Even a ‘Go to hell’ would have sufficed.

It would have given me something—an opening.

The chance to say the one thing I hadn’t had the decency to say that day: I’m sorry.

But the screen stayed dark.

Nothing came.

Fine then.

I didn’t deserve an easy way out anyway.

I’d berated her physically; it was only right that I apologize physically.

The thought of seeing Sera again made me restless as I got into the car.

I didn’t even know what I planned to say—if anything at all could reverse those awful, ugly things I’d said.

I tried to practice on the drive over, but by the time her house came into view, my mind was still a blank slate.

I was about to pull into her driveway when my foot slammed the brake.

A familiar Aston Martin was pulling in ahead of me.

I watched, tense, as the engine shut off and Lucian fucking Reed stepped out of the driver’s side.

I gritted my teeth, irrational anger tightening my muscles.

The guy was everywhere, like a fly buzzing around Sera.

He walked over to the passenger’s side and opened the door with a flourish, bowing slightly.

My breath hitched as Sera exited the car, and her musical laughter floated in the night air, a startling contrast to those gut-wrenching sobs I couldn’t get out of my head.

I heard my wolf, Ashar, murmur, ‘What do you know?

Lucian makes her laugh; you make a cry.’

I rolled up my window to mute the sound.

Sera’s arms were full of flowers, little gifts, and pastries wrapped in bright cellophane.

Her cheeks were flushed, and I desperately wanted to blame it on the cold, but it was a warm evening.

And that smile she fixed on Lucian—genuine, unguarded, radiant—hit me like a punch to the chest.

I hadn’t seen her smile like that in…fuck, ever.

I watched as Lucian stretched his arm out, relieving some of the load in her arms.

No wonder she looked so happy.

She’d celebrated her birthday; he’d probably done that for her.

Something I never once did in the ten years we were together.

They walked side by side to her door, smiling at each other.

They formed a nauseatingly lovely picture, and I felt something ugly twist in my gut—jealousy, bitterness, that ever-present regret.

‘This is good, isn’t it?’ I heard Ashar whisper.

‘It’s what you want, right?’

Ashar was all the best parts of me—powerful, honorable, noble.

I doubt he approved of my extremely errant human nature.

And as usual, he was right.

This was good.

It was for the best.

Sera had found someone else.

She could finally move on—she deserved to.

And it would make it easier for me to commit to Celeste.

No lingering complications.

No tangled past.

So why did it feel like something in my chest was tearing?

Why did every fiber of my being revolt at the idea?

I was trying to make sense of it when I heard a knock on my window.

I flinched, caught off guard.

Lucian.

A growl built up at the back of my throat as he gestured for me to roll my window down.

I gritted my teeth as he leaned down through the opening, folding his arms on the window ledge.

“She had a good birthday today,” he said calmly.

“She said she can’t remember the last time she had a good birthday.

Don’t ruin that.”

My jaw clenched, and Ashar chafed.

Who the hell was Lucian to dictate what I could or couldn’t do with Sera?

I felt my hackles rise.

I didn’t give a fuck that he was an Alpha.

I was—

“Let’s have a drink,” he said suddenly.

I blinked, surprised.

There was no smugness in his voice, no challenge.

Just…an offer.

I don’t know why I said yes.

Maybe I wanted to feel like I still had some kind of control.

Maybe I wanted to size him up.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to go home—back to my thoughts.

We ended up at Luna Noire again, seated at a private booth at the back, reserved for Alphas.

The crowd was thin today, the atmosphere subdued in a way that perfectly reflected this unorthodox meeting.

I nursed my single malt scotch the same way he did his vodka on the rocks.

Neither of us took a single sip, and I suspect it was for the same reason—neither of us was willing to let our guard down around the other.

“You don’t like me,” Lucian said plainly, leaning back in his seat, surveying me with dark, calculating eyes.

I snorted.

“No shit.”

He smirked, but his eyes held no mirth.

“I don’t like you much either.

But I respect what you meant to Sera.”

Meant.

The tense of that word unsettled something inside me.

Without another word, Lucian brought out his phone, tapped on the screen, and pushed it towards me.

I looked down at the footage playing—grainy at first, then clearer.

Sera.

Training.

Sparring, running drills, practicing strikes.

Her form improved with every clip.

And the way she moved—focused, determined—it caught me off guard.

She looked…

confident.

Powerful.

Nothing like the timid, fragile woman I’d convinced myself she was.

“You all made her feel like she was broken,” Lucian said quietly.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the woman—the stranger—I was watching.

“Like she was weak and worthless.

You punished her for a mistake she didn’t make alone.”

Something clenched in my chest.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but it is,” he said smoothly.

“Everything that concerns Sera is my business now.”

I stared at him, fury coiling low in my gut.

Did this bastard really think he had any claim over her?

I hadn’t forgotten his declaration—his intent to pursue her.

But from what I’d seen, Sera hadn’t fully accepted him yet.

Though I wasn’t sure how long that would last.

I took a sharp swallow of whiskey, letting the burn down my throat smother the violent thoughts rising in me.

I had Celeste.

Why the hell should I care which man Sera chose?

“Get to the point.”

Lucian leaned forward, his voice dropping.

“If you still care about her, Kieran—and I suspect you do—let her go.

Stop reopening her wounds just because you don’t know what to do with your own guilt.”

My hand clenched around my glass.

I wished he wouldn’t talk to me like that—so patronizingly.

It made me want to shatter my glass against his temple.

More than that, I wished his words didn’t…make sense.

I glanced at the footage that was still playing on Lucian’s phone as tension coiled in my body.

Everything I’d discovered about Sera since we got divorced—her successful writing career, the backbone she’d apparently always had, this…strength—led to one crushing conclusion.

I’d held her back all these years.

I was more than her ex-husband and the father of her son, more than a part of her past.

I was an anchor that had only ever dragged her down.

And now that I was out of her life, she was flourishing.

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