My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her Chapter 497 CONSTRUCTED REALITY

SERAPHINA’S POV

“MINE!”

The sound crashed through like thunder shattering glass, and sothing inside splintered apart in a way I couldn’t explain.

My hands shot forward before my mind could catch up, pushing against Jack’s chest with a force I did not know I had.

His face registered shock as he stumbled back, the ring flashing in his hand one final ti before I turned away.

“Sera—wait—” he called after , confusion threading through his voice.

But I was already running.

The crowd blurred into streaks of color and sound as I pushed through them, my bare feet hitting marble that suddenly felt too cold, too sharp.

Soone called my na. Catherine’s voice may have been there too, soft and asured as always, but even that could not anchor anymore.

Because sothing had broken open inside . Sothing I didn’t even know had been closed.

I ran until the music was gone behind .

Until the laughter dissolved into silence.

Until the only thing I could hear was the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

Only when I reached the outer corridors of the estate did I slow, breath tearing in and out of my lungs in uneven waves.

My palms slamd against a pillar as I tried to steady myself, but my body refused to obey.

That voice.

It had not belonged to this world.

And yet it had known . It had called .

Mine.

The word was not just sound. It was recognition. It was claim. It was sothing that bypassed thought entirely and went straight into sothing deeper than fear or confusion.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward again.

I didn’t know where I was going. Only that I needed air. Space.

Sothing that wasn’t filled with eyes and expectations and smiles that suddenly felt too perfect to be real.

The corridors opened into a side path that led away from the main celebration. Lantern light thinned here, replaced by the softer glow of moon lamps embedded in the stone.

Or at least, I thought they were moon lamps.

I looked up and stopped short, breath catching.

Sothing was wrong.

The Maldives sky should have been open. Endless. A vast stretch of dark velvet punctured by stars and the bright, watchful presence of the moon.

But there was no moon.

I blinked once.

Then again.

Nothing.

Only the scattered light of stars. Only a sky that felt artificially complete, as if sothing essential had been removed.

A vise clamped around my chest, and my breath hitched painfully.

“No,” I whispered, stepping backward as though distance might fix it. “That’s not possible.”

I had seen the moon before. I must have. But the more I tried to recall it in this place, the more it slipped away from , like water through fingers.

A strange discomfort crawled up my spine.

Sure, the moon could have been hidden by clouds. But the sky was clear.

And sothing inside knew this absence was not natural.

I turned sharply and began running again—this ti toward the shore.

My feet hit sand instead of stone, and the change nearly made stumble. The ocean stretched before , its surface reflecting lantern light from the estate behind in broken fragnts of gold.

I stopped only when I reached the water’s edge.

The waves lapped gently at my feet, cold and grounding, but they did nothing to quiet the storm inside .

My breath fractured, uneven and raw as I tried to focus on the voice from earlier.

But the more I tried, the more sothing else intruded.

A face.

Not clear. Not fully ford.

But there.

Obsidian eyes I couldn’t place. A presence that felt like it belonged to a mory I had lost, not forgotten.

“I know you,” I whispered into the wind, pressing my hand against my chest as if I could stop the ache building there. “I know I do...”

But I didn’t know his na.

And the mont I tried to grasp the image, it slipped away.

A knife of pain speared suddenly through my core, white-hot and shocking.

I gasped, stumbling back a step as my vision blurred.

“No... stop...” I pressed my fingers to my temples. “Why can’t I rember?”

The world tilted.

The ocean sounded too loud.

The air felt too thin.

And then the fracture inside widened.

It wasn’t emotional anymore.

I dropped to my knees in the sand as agony exploded through my body. Each searing wave tore at my chest and left gasping, drowning in panic and helplessness.

My hands dug into the ground, fingers trembling as heat surged beneath my skin.

Sothing was wrong.

Sothing was changing.

“No—no, no—” I gasped as panic flooded . My bones felt as if they were twisting, rearranging themselves from within.

The first shift tore through like lightning.

I scread.

The sound broke against the ocean wind as my spine arched violently, every muscle in my body tightening as though pulled by invisible strings.

The world fractured into blurred light and sensation, sand and sky and pain blending into sothing I could no longer separate.

My vision splintered.

My breath disappeared.

When it finally stopped, I collapsed forward, gasping, my body no longer human in the way it had been only monts before.

The sensation of collapse was followed by a strange, disorienting awareness of weight redistribution—bone structure settling into a new fra, limbs reshaping into sothing stronger, lower, built for movent rather than stillness.

My breath ca out in a sharp, uneven exhale that no longer belonged to a human chest, and when I tried to move, the ground responded differently beneath .

My vision sharpened in a way that stole what little remaining stability I had.

And then I saw it.

Fur spilled across my body in a shimring wave of luminous silver as though liquid moonlight had been woven into every strand.

I lifted my head shakily, still unsteady in this new form, and the world responded with overwhelming intensity—every scent, every sound, every breath of wind magnified into sothing almost unbearable.

I was no longer human.

I was a wolf.

And sothing inside , deep where instinct now pulsed louder than fear, finally settled into place with a quiet, trembling certainty that I had crossed a threshold I could never unknow again.

And then—

A voice.

‘Hi, Sera.’

I froze.

The voice was not mine. But it ca from within , from sowhere deeper than thought.

’Who—who is there?’ I tried to speak, but the sound ca out differently—a low growl.

There was a pause.

‘Finally,’ the voice said, exhaling slowly as though it had just arrived after a long journey. ‘Finally, I found you.’

My mind spun as fear and confusion tangled together violently.

‘I don’t understand,’ I thought, instinctively, though I did not know how I was thinking inside my own head. ‘What is happening to ?’

The presence within shifted, as though settling more comfortably.

‘I broke through,’ the voice said softly. ‘I was beginning to think she would never slip enough for this to happen.’

My pulse stuttered.

‘Slip?’ I echoed internally.

A long breath echoed through my mind, steady and calr than my own awareness.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘She built it carefully. A dream layered over mory. Over just enough truth to work. Over us.’

The words struck sothing deep inside .

Us.

Sothing fractured shifted again, trying to align.

‘I don’t know what you are,’ I admitted, fear threading through every thought. ‘I don’t even know if you’re real.’

A soft, almost bittersweet sound followed.

‘I am more real than anything you have been allowed to believe lately,’ she said. ‘My na is Alina.’

The na landed like a bell ringing in a hollow place.

Alina.

It felt familiar in a way that hurt.

As though it had once been part of that I had been forced to forget.

My new body shifted in the sand, muscles adjusting as instinct replaced confusion. I could feel the world differently now. Sharper. Wilder. Less contained.

‘What happened to ?’ I asked.

Alina’s voice turned quieter, more serious.

‘You’re trapped,’ she said. ‘Not physically. Not in chains. Worse than that.’

’Wh-what do you an?’

‘You’re in a constructed reality,’ she continued. ‘A dreamscape carefully woven around you at monts of emotional fracture. Every ti you reached a threshold—pain, rejection, desire, awakening—she reinforced it.’

‘Who?’

‘Catherine.’

The na cut through everything.

‘No,’ I whispered, a shudder running through .

‘Yes,’ Alina replied without hesitation. ’She waited for instability. Then she shaped it. The estate, the celebration, even the timing of your so-called awakening tonight. None of it is real. None of it is your life.’

My chest tightened painfully.

mories flickered again—fragnted, distorted.

A smile that felt too perfect.

A sky that was wrong.

A voice calling sunshine.

And emptiness where sothing else should have been.

‘I can’t tell what’s real anymore,’ I admitted, voice breaking inside my own mind.

Alina’s voice was more gentle.

‘That is because she couldn’t erase everything,’ she said. ‘She only made sure it wouldn’t fully form.’

I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.

‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Why would she do this?’

The silence that followed was heavy.

Then—

‘Because you are not who she wanted you to beco outside of it,’ Alina said. ‘Because she cannot defeat through power alone. So she’s using your weaknesses, your scars, to trap you in your own mind.’

My body felt too large for the world and too small for the truth I was being given.

‘And Jack?’ I asked suddenly, the mory of him surfacing painfully. ‘What is he in this?’

‘A distraction,’ she answered carefully. ‘But know this—he is not the source of the pull you felt tonight.”

My breath stilled.

The voice.

Mine.

Sothing in already knew that.

I pressed my hands—my paws, I corrected myself absently—into the sand.

‘I don’t know if I can trust you,’ I said quietly.

A soft exhale.

‘That’s okay,’ Alina replied. ‘I’ll be here. I promised you a long ti ago that I would never leave you, and I intend to keep that promise.’

The wind shifted slightly around .

And for the first ti since the shift, I felt sothing beneath the fear.

Recognition.

’What do we do now?’ I asked.

Her answer ca, steady and certain.

‘We find the truth she buried,’ Alina said. ‘And we find the one she could not erase from your soul, no matter how hard she tried.’

My mind tightened at the unfamiliar na forming before I even heard it spoken.

’And who is that?’ I asked.

‘Kieran,’ she answered. ‘Your true mate.’