My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Chapter 342 THE HUNTING FESTIVAL

SERAPHINA’S POV

The Elysian hotel had not changed over the last decade.

The same ivory façade rose into the Los Angeles evening, gilded balconies catching the amber wash of sunset.

The same towering glass doors reflected the red carpet unfurled across the entrance.

Even the chandeliers inside—visible through the high windows—glimmered with the same ostentatious brilliance they had eleven years ago during the Blood Moon Hunt.

I had known the Hunting Festival would be hosted here.

But no amount of mental preparation could shield me from the tidal wave of dread now crashing through me.

As Maya, Ethan, and I stepped out of our limo, I hesitated mid-step, my heels pausing on the pavement.

The air reeked of jasmine and luxury, but beneath it all, memory stabbed—a younger, shattered me, clutching silk sheets to preserve what was left of my dignity, heart in splinters as I was cast as the villain in my own life.

For an agonizing instant, the weight of the past crushed tight enough that I nearly buckled.

Then warm, slender fingers slipped into mine.

I glanced sideways.

Maya didn’t look at me. She kept her chin lifted, posture impeccable, gaze forward like a Luna accustomed to scrutiny.

But her thumb pressed reassuringly against my knuckles, steadying me.

“You’re not her anymore,” she murmured under her breath.

Her voice was barely audible over the hum of arriving guests, but it was enough.

I straightened.

No, I wasn’t that fragile, trembling twenty-year-old Sera any longer.

The woman who had stood here eleven years ago had been uncertain, wolfless, desperate to be seen.

The woman who stood here now had been tempered by fire into something formidable.

I squeezed Maya’s hand, exchanged a small smile with Ethan, and together, we stepped forward through the entrance.

My gown shimmered, deep obsidian blue silk catching silver like liquid midnight.

A fitted bodice flowed into a sleek column with a subtle thigh-high slit. A thin silver cuff circled my wrist; my hair fell in loose waves, pinned on one side with a butterfly clip.

The marble foyer overflowed with crystal light. Wolves of every rank and territory filled the space, Alpha insignias gleaming, Betas poised, high-ranking traders and envoys sparkling in gemstones and tailored suits.

Heads turned as we entered. The world inside my mind had quieted since Alois told me to reinforce my barriers, but it was not silent.

Emotional currents brushed against my senses like soft wind against skin.

A young Gamma whispered to his mate, admiration bright and unfiltered.

An older Alpha from the East Coast eyed me with skepticism and grudging respect.

Two socialites radiating thinly veiled envy.

But I sensed no threat. No spike of hostility. No psychic distortion.

So far, so good.

But my composure wavered the moment I saw him.

Kieran stood near the central staircase, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that fit his broad frame like it had been sewn onto him. No tie—just an open collar that made him look both dangerous and debonaire. His hair was styled back, exposing the sharp cut of his jaw.

He looked every inch the Alpha of Nightfang—dominant, regal, invincible.

And his eyes were on me.

Not the casual once over he afforded the guests as he politely greeted them. His gaze pinned me to the spot like a butterfly on the wall, and the intensity of it heated my skin beneath the silk of my dress.

I couldn’t look away, no matter how much I wanted to.

But I managed to narrow my eyes and silently pass the message: Careful.

We had agreed. We were nothing more than former spouses navigating cordial coexistence. No whispers of reconciliation or affiliation—not until we’d snuffed out the big bad.

But Kieran’s eyes didn’t leave me.

If anything, they darkened as they slowly trailed down my body in a look so possessive and hungry, he might as well have been touching me with his warm, rough palms.

I shifted slightly, turning my body in Maya’s direction, pretending to react to something she’d said.

Then I lifted my eyes again and met his directly with a subtle lift of my brow.

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

And then—barely perceptible—his jaw tightened.

He turned slightly to engage the Alpha beside him.

Maya leaned closer. “There are a lot of things that can be made erotic. I did not think staring contests were one of them. That gave a whole new meaning to the term ’visual porn’.”

Heat climbed my neck. “Shut up, horndog.”

With her heat approaching, I’d lost count of the number of sexual innuendos I’d been subject to.

She laughed softly as she leaned into Ethan. If my brother noticed the silent exchange between Kieran and me, he didn’t comment.

At that moment, music swelled from the ballroom signifying the opening dance.

Ethan offered Maya his arm even as he looked at me. “You’re good on your own?”

I nodded, waving them away. “Go, have fun.”

“Don’t get into trouble,” Maya told me lightly as Ethan led her to the dance floor.

“I won’t.”

They moved toward the dance floor, blending into the swirl of silk and tuxedos.

They made a perfect picture—his black suit sharp and understated, her midnight-blue gown echoing the silk of his pocket square.

They moved in perfect sync, his hand firm at her waist, hers resting over his heart.

The way he looked at her—unapologetically devoted, faintly possessive—and the soft, knowing smile she gave him in return was almost sickening.

Not performative. Not strategic. Just painfully, disgustingly in love.

My chest clenched. If there were no rogues, no elusive, powerful psychics to worry about—

“A pleasure, truly, to finally corner you, Ms. Blackthorne.”

I turned at the sound of my name spoken with polished confidence.

A woman stood before me—elegant, composed, entirely self-assured.

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