My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her Chapter 474 COMPLETE

SERAPHINA’S POV

Later that evening, after the children had been ushered to bed and the packhouse had quieted, exhaustion should have claimed me immediately.

Instead, a restless energy pulsed under my skin, like faint static electricity.

Nightfang was mostly settled outside. The distant sounds of guards changing shifts drifted on the air, mingling with the soft rustle of trees swaying in the breeze.

I stood barefoot at the balcony railing just outside our room, gazing at the enormous, silver moon hanging above the dense forest.

Something inside me resonated with its quiet rhythm, and Alina stirred restlessly beneath my ribs.

Not distressed.

Almost as if...anticipating something.

I heard the bathroom door open within the room, and a few moments later, the balcony door slid open.

I turned my head as Kieran emerged, drying his damp hair with a towel casually draped around his shoulders.

He paused the instant his gaze met mine, his eyes flicking briefly toward the moon overhead before returning to me.

“Full moon,” he stated softly.

“Mhm.”

His eyes sharpened as he crossed the open space towards me. “You’re restless.”

I leaned a shoulder against the balcony frame. “Am I that noticeable?”

“To me?” His lips curved. “Always.”

A gentle warmth spread through my chest.

He stopped directly in front of me then, close enough that his familiar warmth enveloped my skin.

“You’ve been restless since dinner,” he murmured. “Happier, but restless.”

I let out a soft huff. “Maybe my body has forgotten how to properly relax anymore.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “That's like answering ‘What’s your greatest weakness?’ with ‘I care too much, I work too hard.’”

I snorted as Kieran chuckled quietly under his breath.

The sound of our shared amusement calmed something deep within me.

Gods, I had missed this.

Us.

Moments free from strategy sessions, war briefings, and pervasive fear.

His gaze drifted toward the forest again. Then, he looked back at me with careful consideration.

“Want to go for a run?”

Alina surged beneath my skin with such speed that I physically jolted, pure elation and eager excitement flaring up like a wildfire.

Ashar responded instantly from within Kieran.

The reaction hit both of us so powerfully and instinctively that we burst into laughter again.

“I think that’s a definite yes,” Kieran murmured.

I hadn’t realized how desperately our wolves needed this until this very moment.

For weeks, it had been all about survival. Meetings. Political games. Raids. Nightmares. Planning the next step before we’d even recovered from the last one.

Ashar and Alina had barely had room to breathe together, and wolves are not creatures meant to be confined within sterile walls.

“A resounding yes,” I breathed out.

Kieran’s smile deepened, becoming softer now. “I thought so.”

We shifted beyond the eastern edge of the packhouse grounds.

The transformation surged through me like silver fire—bones remolding, senses sharpening, instinct flooding every fiber until Alina stood fully formed beneath the moonlight.

Beside me, Ashar emerged, massive and golden like a celestial body against the midnight sky, his golden eyes blazing in the darkness.

The guards stationed along the forest perimeter immediately stiffened as we approached, recognizing us.

One even offered a faint smile and inclined his head.

“Good evening, Alpha. Luna.”

Alina preened at the titles, nudging his thigh gently before we dashed into the forest, the trees instantly swallowing us whole.

And then—

Absolute freedom.

Alina surged forward through the woods like unleashed lightning.

The ground blurred beneath my paws in a rapid cadence as the wind tore through my silvery fur.

Moonlight streamed through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating moss-laden roots and thick tree trunks in fleeting glimpses as Ashar raced alongside me.

Joy—wild, untamed, vibrantly alive—erupted within me so intensely it was almost painful.

Alina threw back her head and howled into the night.

Ashar answered her call instantly.

The sound rolled across the Nightfang territory like an ancient entity awakening from beneath the mountains.

We ran with no destination in mind.

Without any strategy.

Without a trace of fear.

It was simply movement and instinct, guided solely by the moonlight.

Branches whipped overhead as the forest alternately opened and closed around us in shifting patterns of silver and gold.

Alina leaped over fallen logs and galloped down narrow, dew-slicked ridges while Ashar stayed close enough that our shoulders occasionally brushed as we ran.

Every contact sent waves of warmth and reassurance coursing through me, weaving comfort into the raw exhilaration of the chase.

The bond between them hummed with greater intensity tonight. Stronger.

Alina barked playfully once before darting ahead.

Ashar bounded after her immediately.

I released a laugh as we tore through the woods.

For a brief time, I forgot about Marcus. Forgot about Catherine.

Forgot about silver wolves, public perception, prophecies, death omens, and the ceaseless politics of war.

There was only this moment.

Moonlight. The forest. Ashar.

The trees gradually began to thin near the northern boundary of our territory until the woods opened up around a small lake, its surface stretching smoothly beneath the night sky like a perfectly polished mirror.

Alina was the first to slow down.

Ashar paused beside her.

Shattered fragments of the moon’s reflection danced on the water's surface, accompanied by a faint drift of mist that hovered just above the shoreline.

A profound sense of stillness and beauty permeated the air, and I found myself wishing for this moment to last eternally.

Then, a searing pain erupted within my skull.

A scream tore from Alina’s lips, a pained howl that seemed to burst from my own throat. The golden mark emblazoned on her forehead—the exact counterpart to the silver marks etched into my back—blazed as if ignited by molten metal forced deep into bone. The world dissolved into blinding white, and I fell.

A violent snarl of pure panic escaped Ashar as he lunged toward us, while agony ripped through my body with an intensity that rendered coherent thought impossible.

Alina thrashed beneath the excruciating sensation.

The mark’s glow intensified, growing hotter, and the pain surged downward, carving through my spine in waves so sharp they made me convulse against the ground.

Ashar pressed himself frantically against Alina, attempting to shield her, to offer solace, to help in any way he could.

But his efforts were futile.

Nothing could touch the pain. Nothing could halt its progression.

Suddenly, the world lurched as if twisting sideways.

Human skin snapped back into place as I forcefully reverted from my wolf form. I barely registered Kieran shifting beside me before his arms enveloped me, holding me against his chest.

“Sera!”

His voice sounded distorted, yet I could discern the strain within it, feel the raw panic and fear radiating from his embrace.

My entire body shuddered uncontrollably, the searing sensation continuing beneath my skin, flowing down my spine like molten lava.

“Kieran—”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered with feverish intensity, pulling me closer.

The pain reached a crescendo so sharp I truly believed it would tear me asunder.

Then—

Silence.

The burning vanished instantaneously. I felt utterly hollow and disoriented, stunned that such ferocious pain could dissipate so completely, as if it had never existed.

My body went limp against Kieran’s, ragged breaths tearing from my lungs.

For several long moments, neither of us moved.

The gentle lapping of the lake against the shore provided a soft backdrop.

The faint hum of nocturnal insects resonated from the trees.

Kieran held me with such strength that I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart against my shoulder.

Then, slowly, the world around me began to sharpen.

I blinked once.

And almost recoiled.

Every single leaf on every tree suddenly felt extraordinarily defined. It wasn't a sharper focus in the ordinary sense, but rather an outline defined by something deeper, as though I could perceive the very pulse of life flowing through them beneath the moon's glow.

The lake no longer sounded like mere water trickling over stones; each ripple carried an intricate texture and rhythm, intertwining into patterns my mind instinctively understood.

Scents detached themselves with impossible clarity, not merely distinct but layered with emotion and presence—Kieran's steady, grounding warmth, the quiet thrum of the forest, the distant calls of wolves scattered across Nightfang like flickering points of awareness at the periphery of my senses.

The silver light of the moon seemed… alive.

“What…” I managed, my voice a hoarse whisper.

Kieran drew back just enough to search my face.

“Sera?”

“I can see everything.”

The world appeared unbearably vivid now, sharpened beyond the normal capabilities of wolf senses into something almost overwhelming.

Alina stirred sluggishly beneath my skin. Not in pain, but… changed.

My pulse quickened.

Then, a sudden thought struck my mind with force.

“Kieran.”

Something in my tone caused his expression to instantly sharpen with concern.

“What?”

I pushed away from him shakily and turned, gathering my hair in my hands.

Cool air caressed my skin as the moonlight spilled completely over my bare back.

“Check,” I whispered.

Silence followed.

Then, a sharp intake of breath from Kieran behind me.

My pulse began to pound harder.

“Kieran?”

No response.

Then another breath, this one unsteady.

A flicker of fear ignited in my chest.

“Kieran.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was utterly unlike his usual tone.

“Sera…”

I turned partially toward him.

And froze.

My Alpha appeared profoundly shaken, his face etched with a mixture of awe and apprehension, as if witnessing a terrifying miracle.

Ashar's fierce presence burned in his eyes, while Kieran stared at me as if beholding something impossible.

His hands settled gently against my waist, and I noticed they were trembling.

“The markings,” he whispered.

My heartbeat thundered painfully against my ribs.

“What about them?”

His throat moved once before he answered. “They’re complete.”

A wave of cold washed over me. For one suspended heartbeat, the entire forest seemed to hold its breath alongside us.

‘When the pattern fully forms, your anchoring will be complete. When that happens, your power will stabilize at its highest level.’

Slowly, Kieran lifted his gaze to meet mine fully.

The moonlight now blazed brightly in his eyes, and his next words struck the air between us with the force of thunder.

“Sera,” he said hoarsely, “you ascended.”