My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Chapter 233 SHAMELESS

KIERAN’S POV

I should’ve walked away.

When Sera led Daniel into the forest, blindfold and all, I should’ve turned back to the courtyard. Mingled with the guests. Pretended I wasn’t dying to know what she’d planned for him.

But I didn’t move.

I stood there—rooted, breaths uneven, heart pounding—as she vanished into the trees with our son.

I tried to keep my expression neutral. Judging by the sidelong glance and the knowing smirk Gavin tried—and failed—to hide, I was doing a piss-poor job of it.

I told myself I wasn’t bothered.

I told myself I wasn’t envious.

I told myself I wasn’t hoping Sera would include me in whatever she had planned.

But then the trees swallowed them, and bitterness scorched my chest.

She didn’t look back.

She didn’t ask me to come.

And I had no right to expect her to.

Not after the walkway. Not after what I said.

‘How can you be so cruel?’

Gods, I deserved every bit of fury she threw at me. All her words—tiny, poisonous darts that sank into me and curdled my insides—rang true, and I had no defense against them.

I was the one who had been cruel and callous. I had no right to play the victim or attempt to turn the tide.

And yet, knowing all that, the bond defied logic and reason. It pulsed beneath my skin, restless and aching and gnawing, whispering desires I had no right to claim.

Children were fighting over sweets at the dessert table. Adults clinked glasses and chatted in low murmurs. Music hummed softly in the background. The whole pack was alive with celebration.

My body was alive with tension as my eyes stayed glued to the edge of the forest.

And then—

A burst of sound.

A laugh—Daniel’s—rang through the trees. Pure, wild, unfiltered joy.

Then another sound. Softer. Sera.

I didn’t go to them. Ashar thrashed inside me, wanting nothing more than to be with his mate and pup, but I held myself back.

I knew that, after earlier, one more misstep, no matter how small and well-meaning, might send her running, but I couldn’t decide if holding back was the right choice or just another mistake.

When they finally returned, Daniel was glowing from the inside out, eyes shiny, cheeks flushed, smile stretching to his ears.

Sera walked beside him, her expression soft, warm in a way I hadn’t seen directed at me in years. Maybe ever.

“Dad!”

Daniel dashed to me, taking my hands in his. “You have to see what Mom got me. It’s freaking awesome!”

I chuckled, but the sound came out slightly brittle. “Yeah?”

He nodded, his hair flopping forward into his eyes. He tugged on my hand. “Come see—”

He paused and turned to Sera. “I can show him, right, Mom?”

I could see in the lines of tension in her shoulders and neck that she was trying her very best not to look at me.

“Of course, baby.” She ruffled his hair. “It’s your present, you can show it to anyone you want.”

He whooped, and the next thing I knew, a small party—me, Ethan, Maya, my father, mother, and Margaret—was following Daniel and Sera back into the forest.

And when I saw what she’d given him—the treehouse nestled in the oak, built on a piece of land she bought just for him—my breath left me in one harsh exhale.

Unlike most of the presents Daniel had unwrapped, Sera’s gift wasn’t ostentatious. It wasn’t a show of wealth or prestige or power.

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