My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 ANCHOR HER

KIERAN’S POV

By the time I reached the edge of the New Moon Institute, I was burning.

Ashar prowled just beneath my skin, pressing, pushing, snarling. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest entirely.

The bond convulsed inside me, agony spiking through my chest like a lightning strike.

Sera.

She was hurting.

I didn’t think. I couldn’t.

I abandoned the car where it skidded to a halt, door hanging open, engine still running. My bones twisted mid-stride, claws tearing my palms, teeth lengthening as Ashar surged forward, Shifting us halfway to wolf.

‘She’s in pain. Run!’

Branches tore at my arms as I sprinted up the forest path with preternatural speed, scenting nothing but the echo of Sera’s anguish and the sharp crackle of ancient magic.

The sky above the rear mountain trembled with silver light. Like a storm. Like a warning.

I was almost at the barrier’s edge when a figure stepped directly into my path.

I skidded to a halt, boots gouging trenches into the dirt.

I’d never met the amber-eyed man before me. But surveillance reports made the director of the New Moon Institute instantly recognizable.

“Alois,” I growled, chest heaving. “Move.”

The old man didn’t budge. Slight as he was, his stance was unyielding, steady as forged iron.

“You cannot enter, Alpha Blackthorne.”

I bared my teeth. “My mate is suffering. She needs me—”

“You’re the last thing she needs,” a voice snapped from the left.

Lucian emerged from the shadows, coat snapping in the wind, eyes hard and sharp.

Red flooded my vision.

“You,” I snarled. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“The same as you,” he answered, the coolness in his tone razor-edged. “The only difference is that I can actually help Sera.”

My fangs bared in warning.

“This was you, wasn’t it?” My voice cracked like a whip. “You dragged her into this. Lured her here—”

Lucian’s jaw tightened. “If I wanted to lure her anywhere, you wouldn’t know until she was standing on the other side.”

“You fucker,” I spat, lunging at him.

Ashar roared, claws bursting from my fingertips, but before I could sink them into Lucian’s throat, Alois flicked his wrist and an unseen force crashed between us, solid as a wall.

The impact rattled my bones and sent me staggering backward.

Lucian hissed as he steadied himself. “You think I want her in pain? Unlike you, everything I’ve done since I met Sera has been to help her."

“Then why the fuck is she in pain?” I barked. “Why can I feel her agony?”

His eyes darkened. “Because you’re the one she chose to tether to. She’s a fucking brilliant woman—except for that one stupid mistake. You want to place fault for her predicament? Look in the fucking mirror,” he spat. “If she hadn’t been repressed her whole life, she wouldn’t be on such an arduous path to recover herself. And you were part of the problem.”

His words hit harder than any fist.

But before I could spit back something vicious, another agonized pulse ripped through the bond.

My knees threatened to give way.

Sera was screaming. Not out loud—her body was nowhere near us—but through the tether that bound her soul to mine.

I gasped, gripping my chest. “Sera—goddess, Sera, hold on.”

Lucian whipped his head toward the barrier, eyes wide and alert. “I may not be able to feel her pain like you,” he gritted out. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to know that she suffers.”

“Fuck off,” I hissed.

Another jolt of agony struck, doubling me over, a raw groan tearing from my clenched jaw.

“Knowing Sera is in pain gives me no joy, but I must admit, your anguish is not entirely unpleasant to witness.”

I was going to rip Lucian Reed’s head right off his fucking body.

I lunged toward him again—but Alois snapped his fingers.

Power crackled like lightning across the ground.

Lucian and I were yanked apart, dragged back several feet by invisible hands.

“For the love of the Goddess,” Alois snapped, voice booming through the clearing like thunder, “the woman you both claim to love is inside fighting for her life, and the two of you are out here ready to tear each other’s throats out? Is this how you intend to support her?”

Shame and fury warred in my gut.

Lucian grit his teeth, fists trembling as he turned to Alois. “How long has she been inside?”

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