Betrays Love 213 Summary
After an exhrating hockey game, Seraphina, Kieran, and the kids share a warm, joyful moment outside the rink. Daniel is thrilled by the game and eager to invite Kieran to dinner as a thank-you for ying with him. Despite her initial hesitation about more family outings, Seraphina agrees to host dinner at home, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty about having Kieran over.
Back at home, the atmosphere is cozy and familiar, but tension simmers beneath the surface as Seraphina and Kieran navigate their uneasy closeness. Kieran offers to help with the dishes, and their interaction bes charged with unspoken emotions. Seraphina struggles to hide her feelings as Kieran’s presence stirs a deep, conflicted longing within her.
The moment intensifies when Kieran identally catches a falling te and steadies Seraphina, their physical proximity igniting a powerful connection. They share a charged silence filled with desire and hesitation, teetering on the edge of a kiss that could change everything. However, the sudden noise of a door mming upstairs jolts Seraphina back to reality, and she abruptly pushes Kieran away, causing him unexpected pain.
Concerned by Kieran’s reaction, Seraphina gently checks him and discovers something rming when she lifts his shirt. The chapter ends on a tense note, with Seraphina confronting a shocking and mysterious injury on Kieran, leaving the emotional and physical stakes higher than ever.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below
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By the time we finally stepped out of the rink, the evening air had settled into a gentle coolness. The parking lot lights flickered softly, casting a shimmering glow on the sleek, polished hoods of the cars lined up in neat rows. A light breeze drifted through, yfully tugging at loose strands of my hair, making me tuck them behind my ear.
Daniel skipped between us, his cheeks flushed with the fresh excitement of the game, his grin nearly as radiant as the neon sign of the nearby café.
“That was incredible!” he eximed for what felt like the fifth time already, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm as he hopped on one foot, teetering on the edge between sheer joy and wild energy. “Did you catch thatst move, Mom? Dad passed the puck and—bam! Goal!”
Kieran chuckled softly beside me, and I couldn’t help but notice theforting warmth radiating from his side, seeping into me like a quiet reassurance.
“I saw it,” I replied, matching Daniel’s wide smile. “You were amazing out there, sweetheart.”
From behind us, Maxwell’s heartyughter rolled through the air. “You two make quite the pair,” he said, catching up with Noah and Zach trailing behind him. The boys looked exhausted but happy, their hair damp and sticking to their foreheads from the effort.
“Honestly, I should’ve known better than to underestimate a ckthorne duo,” Maxwell admitted with a grin.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Kieran said easily, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. The tension I’d sensed earlier when Maxwell and Kieran first met seemed to have melted away once they’d hit the ice together.
“You and your boys really held your own. Those twins have lightning-fast reflexes. Do you train them yourself?”
“Every single weekend,” Maxwell said, pride evident in his tone. “But Daniel here might just outshine us all one day.” Noah and Zach exchanged quick nces, their smiles faltering just a bit, a subtle stiffness in their posture that I might have missed if I hadn’t spent so many years carefully hiding my own quiet aches. Daniel, blissfully unaware of any undercurrents, grinned brightly. “You guys were amazing too! We should totally y again. Maybe next weekend?”
For a moment, the twins hesitated. Then Noah nodded quickly. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”
Zach mirrored the nod, though his voice sounded a little forced. “Totally.”
Maxwell gave Daniel an approving pat on the head. “You’ve got great sportsmanship, kid. Keep that up.”
Then his gaze shifted to me. “And you’ve got quite the son, Seraphina.”
“Thank you,” I said softly, my smile warming. “He’s everything to me.”
Kieran’s eyes flicked toward me briefly, a look heavy with unspoken meaning. Before I could try to decipher it, Daniel tugged on my sleeve, pulling me back to the present.
“Mom, can we invite Dad to dinner?” he asked eagerly. “To thank him for ying with me.”
I hesitated.
Dinner. With Kieran. After the way he’d smiled at me on the ice—after that fleeting, foolish hope that made my heart skip a beat.
Hadn’t I just said I was wary of more family outings?
But then Daniel looked up at me with those big, hopeful eyes that could soften even the hardest resolve.
I sighed, feeling defeated by the earnestness in his gaze. “Okay. But we’re not eating out. I’ll cook.”
Kieran raised an eyebrow. “Cook? Are you sure about that?”
No, I wasn’t sure at all. What on earth was I thinking, inviting Kieran to my home and offering to cook for him?
Still, instead of backing down, I shot him a pointed look. “Do you want to eat or not?”
Say no. Say no. Say no.
He pressed his lips together for a moment before nodding curtly. “I’d love to.”
Wonderful.
***
The warmth of home greeted us as soon as we stepped inside, the faint scent of cinnamon lingering from the morning’s tea still hanging softly in the air.
Daniel dashed up the stairs, still buzzing with the adrenaline from the game. “I gotta shower!” he called over his shoulder.
“You don’t have to run!” I shouted after him,ughing quietly to myself.
“Toote!” came his muffled reply, already fading away.
I shook my head with a smile, making my way toward the kitchen. “I don’t know where he gets all that energy.”
Kieran followed, pausing in the doorway to watch me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “He gets it from you.”
I blinked, surprised. “From me?”
“Yeah,” he said, voice dropping to a softer tone. “The way you cheer for him, the way your energy lights up a room—it’s contagious. You can’t help but feel it.”
His unexpectedpliment caught me off guard. I turned toward the fridge, busying my hands with the vegetables I’d prepped earlier, hoping to hide the sudden flush warming my cheeks.
Kieran said nothing more, and for a moment, I almost convinced myself he wasn’t really there. But that was impossible.
He remained standing in the doorway, his presence filling the kitchen like an expanding balloon, making the space feel smaller, the air thicker.
When he finally moved, his scent seemed to wrap around me as tangibly as if he had touched me.
“Need help with anything?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head, cing the veggies on the counter. “No, I’ve got it.”
“Come on, it’s the least I can do,” he insisted.
He moved to the sink, rolling up his sleeves, and I caught a glimpse of the muscle flexing in his forearms before I chided myself for staring. He began rinsing the tes I’d set aside from breakfast.
“I said I’ve got it,” I repeated, firmer this time.
He nced over at me, a yful twitch at the corner of his lips. “Rx, Sera. It’s just washing dishes.”
“That’s not the point.” My voice was sharper than I intended, and I snatched the soap-slick te from his hands.
He paused, looking at me with a curious expression. “Then what is?”
“That—” I started, but the words wouldn’te.
The real reason—the way my pulse quickened being this close to him, the way my heart seemed to forget every lesson about moving on—was something I couldn’t voice.
Kieran turned off the faucet and faced me, slowly drying his hands. His eyes searched mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “You’re tense.”
“I’m fine,” I said too quickly.
He stepped closer, narrowing the space between us to a breath. His voice softened, almost a caress against my skin. “You’re not.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, to tell him I wasn’t regretting inviting him over, to insist my body wasn’t reacting in some maddening, inexplicable way to his presence.
But before I could say anything, he reached out, his fingers brushing my wrist.
A jolt of electricity, both dizzying and sharp, shot through me. I stumbled back, the te slipping from my grasp.
“Damn it—”
Before it could shatter, Kieran’s reflexes kicked in. His hands shot out—one catching the te, the other wrapping around my waist to steady me.
For a suspended moment, everything else faded away.
The hum of the refrigerator. The patter of water from the shower upstairs. The faint rustling of wind outside the windows. All of it disappeared until there was only him.
His hand pressed against my lower waist felt like a brand, burning through me. His skin was warm, his breath close enough to feel. I sensed the faint tremor of restraint in the way he held himself steady against me.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Th-thanks,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. Kieran didn’t answer right away.
His dark eyes flicked from mine to my lips and back again. The look he gave me was slow, deliberate—an unspoken undoing that needed no words.
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It felt as if my body had detached from my mind, leaving behind all my doubts and fears.
I leaned in, just a little—just enough for my chest to brush against his, for the warmth of his breath to ghost across my lips.
That familiar heat, the pulse of recognition—mate bond or not—still lived beneath my skin, rushing through my veins, buried beneathyers of denial.
We were so close. All I had to do was tilt my chin up, and our lips would meet. The kiss would be fierce, explosive—I knew that. Terrifying in its intensity.
And gods help me, I wanted it.
Why couldn’t I have it? What was stopping me now from closing the tiny distance between us and—
A door mmed upstairs, snapping my senses back into my body. Sharp panic surged through me, drowning out everything else.
I pushed Kieran away. Harder than I intended.
He stumbled back, his body hitting the edge of the counter with a muted thud. “Ow.”
My breath caught, my pulse pounding like a wild drum. “Kieran!” I stepped forward immediately, eyes wide. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He winced, one hand pressed to his chest. “It’s fine,” he grunted.
But it wasn’t fine. Not really.
I frowned, taking in the pain tightening his features. I knew I was growing stronger every day, but that shove shouldn’t have hurt an Alpha—especially not one as powerful as Kieran ckthorne.
“Kieran,” I said softly, reaching out hesitantly. “Is something wrong?”
A flicker of panic shed in his eyes, and he tried to pull away. But I caught his wrist, gently tugging it from his chest.
He groaned again, and every rm bell in my mind started ringing frantically.
Before I could even process what I was doing, my hands gripped the hem of his shirt.
His eyes widened in surprise. “Sera, don’t—”
I yanked his shirt up and gasped.
“What the hell?!”Conclusion
The chapter closes on a delicate, tension-filled moment that encapstes theplex emotionalndscape between Seraphina and Kieran. Their shared history, the unspoken desires, and the fragile hope for connection simmer just beneath the surface, threatening to ignite yet restrained by circumstance and caution. The warmth of family, the innocence of Daniel’s enthusiasm, and the subtle shifts in rtionships create a poignant backdrop to the intimate and vulnerable encounter in the kitchen, where every touch and nce carries weight beyond the ordinary.
This chapter beautifully captures the push and pull of longing and restraint, highlighting the characters’ inner conflicts and the fragile bnce they strive to maintain. The unresolved tension leaves the reader suspended in a moment of raw emotion, reminding us that love, trust, and healing are oftenplicated journeys. As Seraphina and Kieran navigate the delicate space between past wounds and present possibilities, the story invites us to hold our breath, waiting for the next step in their intertwined paths.What to Expect in Next Chapter?
The next chapter promises to deepen the tension that has been simmering beneath the surface, as Seraphina confronts an unexpected and rming discovery about Kieran. This revtion threatens to shift the delicate bnce between them, stirring emotions that neither of them can easily ignore. As they grapple with this new reality, the unspoken desires and fears that have been quietly building wille crashing to the forefront, challenging their resolve and forcing them to face truths they’ve long avoided.
Meanwhile, Daniel’s innocent enthusiasm and the fragile truce between the families addyers ofplexity to the unfolding drama. The warmth of family moments contrasts sharply with the undercurrents of uncertainty, making every interaction charged with meaning. Readers can anticipate a chapter filled with emotional vulnerability, subtle power ys, and the kind of intimate moments that redefine rtionships. The question remains: how will Seraphina and Kieran navigate the storm that’s about to break, and what will it mean for the fragile hope they’ve been nurturing?