My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Chapter 279 THE UNDERCURRENT

LUCIAN’S POV

The LST internal platform rarely surprised me.

Most posts followed predictable rhythms: after-action reports polished to within an inch of their lives, congratulatory blurbs that said everything and nothing, the occasional clipped announcement—noise, curated and controlled.

So when Selene’s post detonated across my feed, it wasn’t the fact that it went viral that caught my attention.

It was who was in it.

I was mid-brief when the alert chimed—three short pulses, priority-coded. I dismissed the staff with a flick of my hand and glanced down at the tablet instead.

The thumbnail loaded.

Sand. Sun. Motion.

And Seraphina.

I stilled.

She was unmistakable, even in a fleeting glimpse, her posture loose in a way I’d never seen before, laughter tumbling out between quick breaths, so entirely at ease in her own skin it was difficult to look away.

I expanded the video.

Laughter spilled from the speakers. Children shouting. The rhythmic thud of a ball hitting sand. The sea roaring steadily in the background.

The video framed her in motion: agile, unguarded, hair swept back, skin glowing with exertion and life.

She was positively incandescent.

And she looked stronger.

Not just physically. The difference was subtler than that—an ease in the way she occupied space, a confidence that didn’t posture or perform.

It sat in her shoulders, her timing, the way she trusted her body to catch itself when she stumbled.

A small, private satisfaction unfurled in my chest.

Good.

Alois had been right.

Letting her go—truly, without restrictions or watchful leashes—had been the correct decision.

Painful. Risk-laden. Uncomfortable in every way that mattered.

But correct.

Then a man stepped into frame.

I paused the video. Rewound.

Watched again, slower this time.

The way he anticipated her movement. The way he adjusted position without a word. The way his hand caught her at the waist when she slipped—not possessive, not dominating, but...natural.

Too natural.

His touch didn’t seem romantic or possessive, but there was a resonance, a kind of trust between them I didn’t know what to do with.

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers.

I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Seabreeze had been on my radar the moment I learned it was Seraphina’s final stop. I’d dispatched quiet feelers—nothing aggressive, nothing that would draw notice. Just enough to build a profile.

And what came back was...thin.

Uncomfortably so.

Despite Selene’s high-profile presence in LST, despite her open invitation to curious parties, Seabreeze remained oddly opaque.

Records were clean but shallow. Historical conflicts neatly resolved. Power structures stable to the point of boredom.

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