My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 THE BOND

KIERAN’S POV

A dozen emotions crashed into me at once, each one too big to contain, too sharp to breathe through.

But one truth pulsed louder than all else: Seraphina—my mate—was awake, alive, breathing in my arms.

Her eyes blinked open, heavy with exhaustion, rimmed red from rain and tears and gods knew what she’d endured.

But they weren’t distant. They weren’t cold. They weren’t shuttered like they had been for the past few months.

They were here.

Present.

Looking at me.

No rejection in sight.

My chest constricted painfully.

“Sera?” Her name scraped out of me as if I’d spent years choking on it.

She stared at me, lips parted, breath mingling with mine. The bond thrummed between us like something alive, coils of heat and clarity twisting into place. Our hearts beat at the same pace—fast, unsteady, erratic.

Moon above, it was real.

Not imagined.

Not forced.

Not one-sided.

“Mate,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if the words left my mouth or stayed trapped in my skull.

Sera’s breath hitched, and her pupils dilated.

“Kieran.” Her breath against my lips sent a violent jolt of electricity through me, making me forget how to breathe.

My hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her jaw with something halfway between hesitance and desperation, and when she tilted her chin up, just enough to invite, I moved without thinking.

My lips pressed to hers, and the world shattered.

Gods, I’d forgotten how intoxicating she tasted—like something wild and sweet, something I’d ached for long before I even knew why.

Sera didn’t pull away.

Her fingers gripped my bare shoulders, nails digging into my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to me. Her lips parted beneath mine, breath shuddering, as she pressed tighter to me.

And suddenly we weren’t just kissing.

We were claiming.

Before, we kissed with hesitation, with confused passion, with walls between us. Before, I tasted her body but never her soul. Before, I held her—wanting—but never knowing.

Now the bond surged between us, raw and incandescent, flaring hot and bright like a fuse finally lit.

This wasn’t desire.

This wasn’t longing.

This was fate awakening.

And I knew, with terrifying clarity: I had never kissed Sera like this before.

Because I had never kissed my mate.

My grip on her jaw tightened, deepening the kiss until the space between us ceased to exist. Her body softened against mine, and the sound she made in the back of her throat nearly undid me.

This, right here—this was our destiny.

My mate was in my arms.

In the bed that should have been ours.

In the room that should have been ours.

Only one thing could make this moment perfect...

My mouth left Sera’s only long enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Her head tilted instinctively, exposing more skin like an offering.

Primal instinct surged through me with the ferocity of a wildfire.

‘Mark her,’ Ashar’s growl rose over the sound of blood roaring in my ears. ‘Finish what fate began. Make her yours!’

There wasn’t a single resistant cell in my body as my wolf howled, feral and certain, guiding me to the spot where my teeth belonged.

My blood simmered as my fangs elongated with a familiar sting and caressed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder.

Just a breath more and I would—

Sera’s hands flew up, palms pushing hard against my chest.

“Kieran—stop.”

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SERAPHINA’S POV 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

For a sizzling moment, I didn’t exist as a separate person.

I was heat and longing and want and need.

And beneath all that...

Every tangled thread inside Kieran lit up—each tied to me.

The bond.

It wasn’t just emotion. Not just desire.

It was clarity.

It hummed violently, still raw, still new, still singing his feelings into my bones.

His relief wasn’t vague; it wrapped around my ribs like an embrace. His desire wasn’t guesswork; it pulsed against my skin.

His fear—of losing me—beat against my heart so loudly I could almost mistake it for my own.

I had dreamed my whole life of this exact moment. Of being in the presence of someone who looked at me with love and devotion so fierce it felt like worship.

And now, Kieran was looking at me that way.

Like I was breath.

Like I was destiny.

Like I was his salvation and his undoing all at once.

No wonder I forgot to push him away.

No wonder I kissed him back.

His touch—gods, it was nothing like before.

His hands didn’t just hold—they cherished. His mouth wasn’t just hungry—it devoured.

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