My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 223

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KIERAN’S POV

Fear chilled my spine deeper than the rain as I carried Sera, every effortless step a reminder of how limp she was in my arms.

Her head lolled listlessly against my chest as I ran, but the rest of her body was still—unnervingly so.

Despite the chill in the air, she was burning up, and she’d never looked more fragile in that moment.

I wondered if, even through her fog of unconsciousness, she could hear my heart hammering, panic pumping ice through my veins.

No. Nononono.

This—whatever the fuck this was—couldn’t be happening.

One moment, I’d been comforting her. For the first time in almost forever, her guard had dropped around me. The next...this.

‘Please,’ I panted desperately, ‘just hold on.’

Terror propelled me faster than I’d ever run in my life, Ashar’s strength surging through me like borrowed fire.

In no time, I stumbled onto my porch and kicked open the front doors of the Alpha residence, water splattering across marble.

‘GAVIN!’ My voice was a hoarse roar. “GET ME A HEALER, NOW!”

My Beta appeared instantly, eyes widening when he saw Sera in my arms. We’d been having a pack meeting when Margaret had called me, even more frantic than she’d been about Celeste, and I’d left it all behind to look for Sera.

Gavin didn’t waste time with questions—just snapped orders to guards already scrambling ahead of us.

I didn’t go to the guest rooms. I didn’t take her to the infirmary in the annex. I didn’t even take her to her former room.

I carried her straight to my room.

Placing Sera on my bed without her conscious consent felt wrong, especially since this was her first time here after ten years of marriage.

But reason had blasted out of my head the moment she’d slumped into my arms.

She looked so small on the wide expanse of my bed, and a sound that was half helplessness, half frustration tore out of my throat.

I pulled wet hair from her cheeks, thumbs brushing skin too hot to touch. Heat radiated from her, as if she was burning inside out.

“Sera?” My voice cracked. “Come on. Open your eyes.”

Nothing.

“Sera, please.” Moisture trailed down my cheeks, and I had no idea if it was a tear or water dripping from my hair. “Please wake up. I can’t lose you like this. I can’t lose you at all.”

Nothing.

I dropped my forehead onto hers and took a shuddering breath.

No. No. No.

It absolutely couldn’t end like this. Not now. Not when I’d barely begun to chip away at the mountain of amends I had to make.

The healer arrived minutes later, moving quickly despite her age, silver hair pulled into a neat knot at the nape of her neck.

Fiona was one of the pack’s most esteemed healers, respected not just for her expertise but for the calm assurance she brought to every room.

Even now, the tight grip of fear around my throat eased ever so slightly.

Fiona took one look at Sera lying unconscious on my bed and paused, her expression softening with quiet concern.

“Oh, child,” she murmured, voice low and steady. “You’ve endured something fierce, haven’t you?”

Her hands were gentle but sure as she set down her satchel on the nightstand.

“Alpha,” she said with a respectful nod, already rolling up her sleeves, “tell me everything you observed before she collapsed.”

I swallowed hard and forced myself to speak evenly. “High fever. Sudden loss of consciousness. No visible wounds. She was in the rain for a long time before.”

Fiona nodded, face composed, all business. “Good. Let me examine her.”

She took a step towards Sera, and the growl that tore out of my throat caught us both by surprise.

She adjusted her glasses as she studied me wanly. “May I touch her, Alpha?”

I exhaled and inhaled deeply, hoping the cool air would stoke the fire in me. “Of course.”

She nodded once and approached the bed. She pressed fingers to Sera’s temples, then her throat, then laid both palms over her sternum as a dull, pale glow seeped into her skin. It flickered—unstable, like it couldn’t find a pathway to her.

After several attempts, the glow died entirely.

Fiona’s expression darkened.

“What is it?” I demanded.

“She’s burning up from the inside,” the healer murmured, confirming my fear. “A fever beyond natural origin.”

My jaw tightened. “Spell? Curse? Poison?”

She shook her head. “No. This is internal. Something awakened—or snapped loose—and her body can’t regulate it.”

I swallowed, eyes locked on Sera’s trembling eyelids.

“What do we do?”

Fiona hesitated.

“Speak,” I growled.

Finally, she sighed. “In cases like this...a mate bond would stabilize her—share the pain, dampen the overload, allow healing through shared vitality.”

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