My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 THE QUIET AFTERMATH

SERAPHINA’S POV

Aaron was escorted out of the room without resistance, guided down a separate corridor, and placed under careful guard.

A guest and a threat, held in careful balance.

I’d received confirmation that Imani’s son was safe with a fellow Omega colleague.

Kieran stood at the head of the table in the conference room, hands braced against the stone surface as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.

Gavin lingered to one side, arms crossed tight, tension coiled into every line of his posture.

Christian was seated, spine straight, expression carved from granite.

The wrongness lingered, thick and unsettling, like smoke in a room after the fire was put out. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Somewhere beyond the closed doors, night guards moved with quiet urgency, boots scuffing stone, voices kept low but strained.

I didn’t need to reach outward to know what that meant.

By the time the sun rose, the whole of Nightfang would know something was wrong.

“In the morning,” Kieran said, voice low and controlled, “we’ll have Aaron moved to one of the housing units at the end of the estate. He’s not a prisoner, but he will stay under watch. The truth stays within these four walls. Rumors will fly. Let them.”

“And what about Imani and their son?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for them to be together.”

“He’s her mate,” I said. “She thought he was dead for five years, and now that he’s here, you want to keep them apart?”

He hesitated. “You said it yourself—a part of him is missing. For all we know, what’s left is dangerous.”

“Which is why he’ll be under watch, right?” I pressed, my tone pleading. “Let Imani be with her mate. Let him meet his son. Who knows, their connection might trigger his memories. It might restore the parts of him that are gone—or at least show us how to.”

Gavin let out a short, humorless breath. “It won’t be easy. Whatever was done to Aaron was done with precision and intent. You don’t carve pieces out of a soul by accident.”

I met his eyes. “I know. But the mate bond is attached to the strongest part of the soul. If even the tiniest part of him remains, it will echo there.”

Silence fell in the room as Kieran considered my words. I held my breath, stamping down the urge to reach out and sense his thoughts.

Had I overstepped? Was he regretting asking me to be here?

But then he exhaled and nodded. “Okay. Tomorrow morning, we move Imani and their son to be with Aaron.”

I exhaled. “Thank you.”

With that decision made, I left the men in the conference room and walked back through the hallways to Imani’s room.

She was still asleep when I slipped inside, curled on her side with one arm wrapped protectively around the space beside her, as if her body never forgot that she’d once been part of a pair.

Her breathing remained shallow but even. Dreams flickered faintly at the edges of my senses.

I didn’t touch her this time. Didn’t reach outward.

She deserved rest. We both did.

Only after I closed the door behind me did the weight finally settle fully into my chest.

I found myself walking without thinking, my steps carrying me through familiar corridors until I stopped outside a small, quiet room in the Alpha wing.

Daniel’s room.

I eased the door open slowly, careful not to let it creak.

Moonlight spilled across the bed in pale ribbons, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of my son’s chest. He lay sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his head, curls flattened on one side from sleep.

His face was peaceful in a way that felt almost unreal after everything that had happened.

I moved closer, stopping at the edge of the bed without sitting.

For a long moment, I just watched him.

This was the part no one talked about: the quiet aftermath. The space between crises where fear had room to bloom unchecked.

I knew I had grown stronger.

Breaking the seal had changed me—had returned things I hadn’t even known I’d lost. My senses were sharper. My mind, more expansive.

I could feel the threads of the world in ways that would have terrified the woman I used to be.

And yet.

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