My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 ENOUGH

KIERAN’S POV

The phone only rang once before Daniel answered.

“Dad?”

His voice came through tight and thin, stripped of its usual brightness. Too alert for the hour. Too controlled in the way children get when they’re trying not to show their fear.

“I’m here, bud,” I said, turning my body slightly away from the tree line, lowering my voice.

There was a pause. I could hear his breathing on the other end, shallow, careful, like he was measuring each breath to keep himself steady.

“Did you—” He stopped. Swallowed. “Did you find her?”

“Yes. I’m with her right now.”

The sound he made wasn’t quite a sob, not quite a sigh, just a rush of air escaping him, like he’d been holding his breath since the moment I left Nightfang.

“Is she hurt?”

“No,” I said firmly. “She’s shaken. Exhausted. But she’s safe.”

“Where is she? I want to talk to her.”

“She’s...changing.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“What happened?” he asked quietly.

“It’s...a long story; we’ll explain it all soon. But she’s fine, I promise. Don’t worry.”

He was quiet again, and I pictured him exactly where I’d left him—sitting too straight on the edge of the couch at Nightfang, fists balled in his lap, trying to be brave because his mom had asked him to be.

“I was scared,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said. “So was I, but you did good, Danny. I’m proud of you.”

That seemed to loosen something deep inside him.

He let out a small, shaky breath. “I want to see her.”

“Soon, I promise.”

“Okay,” he said, like he was anchoring himself to the word. “Okay.”

A beat passed.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you were with her.”

My throat constricted, and I shoved away the thought of what might have happened if I’d arrived even a minute too late.

“So am I.”

After a few more reassurances and a reluctant goodbye, I ended the call and let my arm drop, the phone still radiating warmth against my palm.

That was when the trees rustled.

I looked up—and forgot how to breathe.

Sera stepped out of the woods slowly, the moonlight catching on her hair, her posture careful but steady.

My clothes seemed to swallow her. The shirt drooped off one shoulder, sleeves hiding her hands, fabric hanging loose except where it clung to her chest, still damp with sweat.

The cold had drawn her nipples into unmissable sharp points beneath the cotton, and something primal twisted tight and fast inside my chest.

Memory slammed into me without warning—bare skin on bare skin, the jolt of her body beneath mine when I’d fallen, the heat of her, the way my instincts had surged forward like a wild animal, desperate to take, claim, mark.

I cursed under my breath.

Pulling away from her then had been one of the hardest things I’d ever managed. And maybe the most foolish.

Sera paused when she caught my expression, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face, and that was enough to snap me back to myself.

Before my thoughts could spiral further, I closed the distance, slipped off my jacket, and settled it over her shoulders with deliberate care.

“There,” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “It’s cold.”

She blinked, then nodded, fingers curling into the sleeves. My scent mingled with hers—cedar and lavender and something I couldn’t quite name—and I forced myself to take a step back.

Control. Always control.

“I just spoke to Daniel,” I added, softer. “He’s worried, but he’s fine. I assured him that you are too.”

Her shoulders eased a fraction.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For tonight.” She waved a hand ambiguously around the field. “For the rogues. And...for before.”

The words unlocked something I hadn’t let myself feel yet.

While she cried earlier, I’d felt utterly useless and utterly necessary at the same time.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling away to assess her with too-intelligent eyes.

She gently brushed his hair back. “I’m okay, baby.”

Behind Daniel, my father, mother, Gavin, and Lydia filed out into the open, their gazes identically wary and concerned.

Gavin’s eyes darted first to the jacket draped over Sera’s shoulders, then to the oversized pants cinched at her ankles and waist. His brows climbed with unrestrained curiosity.

My mother’s nose twitched, no doubt catching the blend of our scents.

“What...happened?” she asked carefully.

Sera turned to me, and an unspoken look passed between us: permission.

I cleared my throat.

“Sera completed her first full Shift tonight,” I announced.

For a second, there was stunned silence.

Then—

“What?!” Daniel shouted.

“That’s incredible,” Mother breathed.

Father’s face broke into a rare, unguarded smile. “That’s wonderful news.”

Daniel bounced in place. “Can I see your wolf? Is she big? Is she fast? Does she—”

“Later,” Father said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “First Shifts take a lot out of you. Your mom needs rest.”

Sera nodded, visibly relieved. “Kieran offered for me to stay here,” she said hesitantly. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, dear,” Mother said, already leading her into the house.

Daniel clung to Sera’s hand, his excitement over the news washing away every trace of his earlier worry.

I lingered in the entryway, listening to Daniel’s muffled excitement echo down the hall, Sera’s softer replies threading through it like a calming melody, and something inside me finally settled.

Heavy. Hopeful. Unresolved.

But enough.

For tonight, enough.