My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Chapter 230 SHEER. FUCKING. AUDACITY

SERAPHINA’S POV

I sucked in a breath as I was pulled sharply to the side, into a narrow, shadowed walkway just out of sight.

A hard, warm chest pressed against mine, rising and falling with restrained intensity. I didn’t need to look up to know whose arms were caging me against the wall.

The bond flared, loud and unfiltered, and every emotion hit me at once—possession, fear, longing, frustration, desperation.

Kieran.

His scent washed over me, suffocating in its familiarity. I pressed my palms to his chest—not to pull him closer, but to keep space between us.

His heart pounded so fiercely, it felt like it wanted to tattoo itself on my palm.

“Kieran,” I hissed, voice low so the passing partygoers wouldn’t hear. “What the fuck are you doing?”

His jaw flexed. He didn’t budge.

“Trying,” he said, voice rough, “to stop losing my mind.”

I blinked, startled by how quickly the atmosphere shifted from confrontation to raw vulnerability.

He blew out a shaky breath through his nose, eyes dark and desperate. “I know I told you I would give you time. Fuck, I told myself I’d give you time. I told myself I could handle you pulling away from me. But Sera—”

He leaned closer, the bond flaring so violently my heart lurched. “Every time I look at you, and you look away, it feels like being gutted.”

His words were raw enough to sting.

“I’m trying to restrain myself,” he said, voice cracking. “But this bond—” His hand curled against the wall beside my head, knuckles white. “It keeps reminding me of how much I want you. How much I need you. And it drives me crazy that you keep pretending you feel nothing.”

His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “How can you be so cruel?”

Just like that, the heat in my blood chilled to ice.

Cruel.

That word was like a slap made of memory.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Not because of his body, or the wall, or the bond—but because of the. Sheer. Fucking. Audacity.

I shoved Kieran. Hard.

He staggered back a step, shock flickering across his features.

“Cruel?” My voice trembled with rage. “You’re calling me cruel?”

His brows pinched, and he had the fucking nerve to look confused. “Sera—”

“No.” The word cut out of me like a blade. “You do not get to say that bullshit to me.”

Heat surged to my face, hands shaking as I stabbed a finger at his chest.

“Do you even remember our marriage?” I demanded.

His lips parted slightly, jaw tensing.

I stepped forward. A red haze crept in at the edge of my vision. “Do you remember brushing past me in the corridors like I was furniture? Do you remember ignoring me like I was an alarm you could snooze? Do you remember treating me like I was an obligation, a hindrance, a mistake you had to endure?”

Kieran flinched, the color draining from his face.

“You want to talk about cruelty?” My laugh was sharp and humorless. “Let’s talk about how every time we slept together, you saw Celeste. Remember when you told me that? Remember when you said I never mattered? When you accused me of trapping you?”

His eyes shut tight. Pain flashed across his face.

“That,” I whispered, voice splintering, “was cruelty.”

Silence flooded the walkway, thick enough to choke on.

The bond churned beneath my skin, stirring grief and longing with a fierce rawness that made me feel like I was being skinned alive.

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