Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 241: _ Daphne And Issy

Chapter 241

~Isolde’s Point Of View~

Isolde stands on the terrace as the cold night air brushes against her skin. She tries to breathe. The conversation with Amias is still replaying in her head like a video she can’t pause. She leans against the railing, fingers curling around the iron as the moonlight glints across the estate grounds. He had arrived late, just minutes before she was about to leave, and the sight of his messy hair from the wind and eyes a little too tired—had softened something inside her chest.

"I’m sorry I’m late," he had said and in his words, she sensed a weight of responsibility she didn’t need to question. "Had things to discuss with my mother.

She had noticed the way his shoulders had stiffened, the faint shadow under his eyes, and immediately asked, "Are you okay?"

He shook his head with a faint smile brushing his lips. "I’m not the topic tonight. You are."

And she had told him. Every brutal, raw detail about the mate bond, Nash, the comments he’d made, and worst of all, the way Daphne had lit up around him. She had expected anger, frustration, even judgment. But Amias had simply listened, his silvery eyes absorbing the torrent of her confession without interruption.

"Does Daphne know you’re fated to Nash?" he had asked quietly.

"No," she admitted, wondering if her sister would ever know.

Amias had tilted his head, the corners of his mouth tugging in a half-smile. "Then that’s... your fault."

Her brow had shot up. "My fault?"

He had shrugged with surety. "Yes. Why are you drowning in low self-esteem so much that you’re unknowingly hurting your sister? Letting her chase after your mate without ever knowing the truth?"

She had felt her chest tighten. "I didn’t tell her to like him. I didn’t tell her to..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"But you didn’t stop her," he interrupted gently but sternly. "You let her keep going out with him, unaware. Every date, every crush, every laugh she shared thinking he’s just... someone she likes, was really..." He stopped, eyes softening, letting the words settle on her. "She’s been unknowingly hurting herself and you too."

The logic had struck her harder than she expected. She hadn’t thought about it that way—how every smile Daphne cast toward Nash was layered with potential heartbreak she could have prevented.

"How do you think she’ll feel when she finds out you hid this from her?" Amias asked, voice softening now. "Every moment she’s spent thinking she could have him, every time she’s poured herself into that crush... you’ve been holding back a truth that could’ve saved her pain and yours. Most importantly, how do you think she’ll feel knowing she’s been unknowingly hurting you? Daphne loves you so much, so imagine her pain."

Isolde had frozen, chest heaving. She hadn’t considered it before. She hadn’t thought about the burden her silence placed on her sister. And suddenly, she feels it all; the pity, guilt, the aching heat of responsibility pressing down on her. She had been so focused on her own misery, on the mess Nash had made of her life, that she hadn’t seen her sister’s position.

"I get it," she had whispered, wrapping herself around Amias in a tight, desperate hug. "I really get it now."

He had kissed her forehead, pouring so much brotherly love into it. "Never hoard your emotions when you have me, Isolde. Don’t carry everything alone."

She had pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Thank you... but what about Nash? The things he said... what if he’s right? What if I am... not enough?"

Amias had smiled, the kind of smile that slices through doubts like a blade through silk. "It’s not your duty to make anyone see your worth. You don’t need to convince him. You just keep being yourself. Keep being worthy. That’s enough. And right now, your priority isn’t him. It’s Daphne. Make sure your sister doesn’t feel pain from this, so you can resolve that before anyone else even comes into the equation."

Now, Isolde stands before her mirror, the candlelight flickering against the glass. Her black dress is styled elegantly, yet simple with no frills, or distracting jewelry, nothing to sway attention. She practices the conversation with Daphne, letting her own reflection be her relentless critic.

She can almost feel Amias behind her, his steady presence giving her courage, reminding her that she’s not alone. She whispers the words again and again, almost to herself, letting them roll off her tongue before they have a chance to die in her throat.

"Daphne..." she murmurs in a low voice, rehearsing, "I need to tell you something important. It’s about Nash..."

Her stomach knots, her fingers clenching around the fabric of her sleeves. She imagines Daphne’s face, bright and trusting, the wide blue eyes brimming with hope and excitement. She wants to stop, to turn away, to run, but she knows that if she doesn’t do this now, she’ll carry this weight forever.

"Daph, I need to tell you the truth. Nash... he’s my mate."

Her mouth tastes dry as she repeats the words silently, over and over, testing the impact, gauging the tone, imagining the shock and confusion, the hurt.

And then, before she can fully steel herself, the door swings open.

"Isolde?" Daphne’s voice rings out, bright and slightly accusing. "What are you talking about? You’re lying, right? You’re not standing here, rehearsing some..." She pauses, eyes narrowing as they dart to the mirror, then back to Isolde. "...some story about Nash, are you?"

A shiver runs down Isolde’s spine, and her legs threaten to give out. She tries to swallow past the lump in her throat, but the betrayed look on Daphne makes her chest tighten in panic. Amias was right—she shouldn’t have kept this from the sister who trusted her with everything... even her heart.

She really did let her jealousy and envy cloud her judgment. Perhaps, it is time to make things right no matter how hard they get?

The sound of Daphne’s voice is like a spotlight, stripping away her rehearsals and all the careful control she’d built around herself. She swallows, shoulders tensing, and turns slowly to face her sister.

"I..." Her voice cracks before she can steady it. "I... I have to tell you something, Daph. It’s... it’s about Nash."