Accidentally Mated To Four Alphas-Chapter 242: _ Sisters, Unite

The sound of Daphne’s voice is like a spotlight, stripping away Isolde’s rehearsals and all the 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."

Daphne steps closer, eyes wide with curiosity and suspicion that makes her small features sharp. "Tell me you’re lying," she sobs, vigorously shaking her head as she tries to reject the truth.

Isolde’s chest tightens. She shakes her head, unable to lie. "I’m not."

The air in the room seems to thicken. The candlelight flickers across their faces, highlighting the tension, the fear, and the helplessness. Isolde steps forward cautiously, lowering herself to sit beside Daphne on the edge of the bed.

"You need to know the truth," she begins, whispering with the hope of forgiveness in her voice. "because I couldn’t keep it from you any longer. Nash... he’s my mate."

Daphne freezes mid-breath, her lips part as a tiny gasp escapes before she claps a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widen with confusion, hurt, disbelief. "Your... your mate?"

"Yes," Isolde says, her hands trembling slightly as she folds them in her lap. "I didn’t tell you because I thought... I thought it would protect you. But I see now that keeping this from you hurt more than it helped."

Daphne’s face contorts in shock, betrayal, and hurt. "You... you knew? All this time? You knew he was yours? You knew I couldn’t have him in the end and you—you..."

"I did," Isolde admits. "And every time you gushed, every time you... every time you... I didn’t stop you. I let it happen. That was my mistake. I never wanted to hurt you."

Daphne stares at her sister, a mix of emotion crashing over her face. The hurt in her eyes is sharp, but beneath it, there’s also an understanding, a slow dawning comprehension. "You... you weren’t trying to hurt me?" she whispers, stammering.

"No," Isolde says firmly, reaching out to hold her sister’s hand. "Never. I just... I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to tell you without breaking something."

Tears well in Daphne’s eyes now, and she squeezes Isolde’s hand back. "I... I don’t know what to say. I just... I thought..."

"You thought you had a chance with him?" Isolde asks softly, letting a small, rueful smile tug at her lips. "I get it. I would’ve felt the same if I were in your shoes. He likes you though. He gave you the greenlight. He didn’t take the responsibility for his mate."

Daphne leans into her, pressing her forehead against Isolde’s shoulder, and for a moment, the tension breaks. They’re not angry, not completely, just... wounded and raw, trying to navigate a truth that’s bigger than either of them expected.

"I’m sorry," Isolde murmurs, resting her cheek against her sister’s hair. "I should’ve told you sooner. I should’ve..."

"You did what you thought was best," Daphne interrupts softly, tilting her head. "I... I just... I’m glad you told me before it got worse."

Isolde exhales, the tightness in her chest loosening just slightly. "And now we figure out what comes next. I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already are. We handle this together."

Daphne nods, lifting her head slightly, giving her a tentative, shaky smile. "Together."

Isolde allows herself a brief moment to breathe, to let relief seep in, but her thoughts immediately flicker back to Nash. The tension isn’t gone. The uncertainty hasn’t vanished. But for now, she’s done the hardest part. She’s faced the truth. She’s faced her sister. And for the first time since the revelation, she feels... a little lighter.

Her wolf, Auro, purrs softly inside her, sensing the small victory. "We’re on the right path," she seems to say.

Isolde gives her reflection a brief glance in the mirror again, then turns her focus back to Daphne. There will be more conversations, more explanations, more moments of chaos. But for now, there’s honesty, and there’s a fragile bridge of understanding.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to survive the night.

Daphne wipes her face with the back of her hand, still sniffling and shaking, but the storm in her chest is slowly settling. Then her brows pinch together again, and she leans back a little, staring at Isolde like she just realized something criminal.

"But... wait," Daphne says, voice rising in outrage. "Nash is a jerk."

Isolde blinks. "Huh?"

"A jerk!" Daphne repeats, louder this time, throwing her hands up. "Why would he flirt with me—take me out, smile at me like that when he knew he was fated to you? Who does that? No, actually, don’t answer. I know who: Nash Freaking Ainsworth. The king of bare-minimum effort and inflated ego."

Despite herself, Isolde almost snorts. Daphne is just warming up.

"And he didn’t think once? Not once? ’Oh, gee, maybe this girl’s sister is my mate and maybe I shouldn’t be making goo-goo eyes at her’?’’ Daphne flails her arms. "What level of stupidity is he operating on?"

Isolde sighs. "...Daph."

"No, Issy, don’t ’Daph’ me," Daphne snaps, sitting up straighter. "He owes both of us an apology. Actually—he owes you ten."

Isolde looks down at her hands, picking at the edge of her sleeve. "He doesn’t... like me, Daphne. Not after everything he’s said."

Daphne freezes. "Isolde. What did he say?"

Isolde swallows tightly. Her throat feels thick and heavy. She hadn’t meant to tell her. She wasn’t planning to. But Daphne’s face—red from crying, furious on her behalf, it makes something inside Isolde crack open.

"I overheard him," she whispers.

Daphne’s eyes sharpen. "Overheard what?"

Isolde inhales shakily. "Him and his friends. In the courtyard after Awakening. They didn’t know I was there."

"Isolde..." Daphne’s tone drops dangerously, the tone she saves for people who test her patience.

"They said I wasn’t... elegant," Isolde murmurs. "That I’m not... on their level. That I’m nothing like you. That you’re the one he likes. That it sucks his mate turned out to be me."

The silence after that is brutal. Daphne’s expression goes blank just the way it does right before she absolutely loses her mind. Then she stands up so fast the mattress bounces.

"Oh absolutely not," she hisses. "Absolutely the hell not."

Isolde startles. "Daph..."

"No one..." Daphne raises a finger like she’s about to lecture the moon itself. "NO ONE talks about my sister like that."