My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 219

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SERAPHINA’S POV

Lucian’s words echoed long after I left the OTS compound.

‘Your wolf isn’t ordinary.’

‘Maybe ask your family.’

They clung to me through dinner, through Daniel’s chatter about his training, even through the quiet hours after he’d gone to bed.

By the time the moon hung high in the sky, I was still replaying that conversation in my head—Lucian’s expression when he said it, the hesitation in his voice, the way he hadn’t looked at me when he mentioned my family.

If there was one thing my family was known for, it was their secrecy. Elegant façades, polished smiles, and a knack for keeping any imperfections buried under gold-tiled floors.

I wasn’t naïve enough to think I could just walk into the manor and start asking questions about psychic control and Alpha resistance.

So instead, I started where I could: Maya’s second favorite pastime—cyber stalking.

I spent half the night clicking every link that led me to a new page that had a link that led me to a new page that—

You get it.

I scrolled through every database, archive, and obscure supernatural forum I could access.

Most of what I found echoed the recycled fluff I’d grown up hearing: tales of how the Lockwoods built Frostbane, how generations of Alphas had been born from their line, how the name was synonymous with dominance and power.

But not the kind of power Lucian was talking about.

No mention of psychic control. No mention of freezing an Alpha mid-command.

By the time dawn broke, my eyes ached from the screen’s glare, and my third cup of coffee had gone cold. I stared at the blank search bar one last time before exhaling sharply and muttering, “Screw it.”

If anyone knew something, it had to be Ethan.

He answered on the fourth ring, voice groggy. “Sera?”

“Morning, sunshine,” I said dryly.

A pause. “It’s five-thirty in the morning.”

“Exactly. You’re an Alpha. Don’t you people wake up with the sun?” Kieran certainly did.

Ethan sighed. “What do you want?”

Somehow, the gruff irreverence in his voice made me smile. It felt good not to walk on eggshells around each other anymore. Or at least not as much as we used to.

“I need to ask you something,” I said. “Something about our family’s...abilities.”

There was a shift in his tone. “Abilities? What kind of abilities?”

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Remember when you spoke about Lockwood instincts? Reflexes. Intuition. That kind of thing.”

“Ah,” he said, his voice easing into familiarity. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Is there more to it?” I asked carefully. “Like maybe a...mind control aspect.”

He sounded amused when he answered. “The Lockwood instinct is exactly that—instincts. It’s sensing a strike before it lands, reading an opponent’s movement, reacting without thinking. It’s not psychic, just generations of refined battle intuition.”

“So no one in our bloodline ever had other kinds of abilities? Maybe pyschic in nature?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “No. Not that I know of, at least. But if you’re curious, the Frostbane archives might have more details. The pack library keeps all the old records.”

My heart gave a small, uneven thud. “The library?”

“Yeah. You remember where it is, don’t you? You practically lived there before getting married.”

“I remember,” I said quietly. “Thanks.”

He made a dismissive sound. “Don’t mention it. And Sera?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for. You deserve all the answers you need.”

My lips curled. “Thanks, Ethan.”

“And I’m here if you have any more questions,” he added. “But not at the fucking ass-crack of dawn.”

I laughed as I hung up.

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