My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chapter 343 CHANGING THE SCRIPT

KIERAN’S POV

I hadn’t forgotten the plan.

Public distance. Cordial indifference. No whispers of reconciliation until we identified our enemy.

I knew it.

I agreed to it.

I understood why it was necessary.

But that didn’t mean I liked it one fucking bit.

From my position near the staircase, I had a clear view of the dance floor—and of her.

Sera moved with Astrid Volker in a controlled, effortless waltz. Astrid’s emerald gown contrasted sharply with the obsidian silk hugging Sera’s frame.

Under the chandelier light, Sera looked like midnight given shape, silver flickering through her dress as she turned. Each time Astrid’s hand settled at her waist, something low and territorial coiled inside my chest.

“She’s dancing with a woman,” Gavin drawled from beside me, following my line of sight. “You look like you’re about to declare war.”

“I’m evaluating,” I said flatly.

“Right. With murder in your eyes.”

I ignored him.

Astrid leaned in slightly, speaking near Sera’s ear as they turned. Sera’s expression remained polite and guarded, but she smiled at something said.

My jaw tightened.

“At least she’s female,” Gavin continued lightly.

“That’s not comforting,” I muttered. “I’ve heard rumors that she...entertains both genders.”

“Ah, yes,” Gavin mused, his lips quirking. “I’ve heard the rumors, too. Juicy little gossip tidbits. Trade summits in Prague. Singapore. Reykjavik. She’s...flexible.”

I watched Astrid’s hand shift slightly at Sera’s waist, and the possessive instinct that had been simmering roared awake.

‘Get that hand off before I rip it out of its socket,’ Ashar growled.

I ground my teeth, mentally tightening the leash around him.

Thankfully, the music finally slowed, and the dance ended.

Astrid curtsied with practiced grace. Sera responded in kind.

I’d barely taken a relieved breath when, as if sensing blood, the rest of the predators closed in.

One male approached—a Beta from the Western territories.

Then another—an Alpha’s heir I vaguely recognized from a past summit.

And then more and more.

Each requested a dance.

Each looked at Sera as if she were the shiniest new limited edition toy on the shelf.

I forced my face into carefully practiced impassivity.

Alpha of Nightfang. Unbothered. Detached.

Inside, I was seconds away from shifting and bathing the Elysian hotel’s ballroom in the blood of Sera’s suitors.

My only saving grace was that Sera declined them all. But did she have to offer them that damn mesmerizing smile as she did?

When she finally slipped away toward the restroom corridor, I didn’t hesitate.

I excused myself from the Alpha beside me mid-sentence and followed.

The hallway was dimmer, quieter, the music from the ballroom dulling to a distant hum.

I positioned myself near the wall opposite the restroom entrance, every nerve strung tight from the night’s mounting frustration.

Minutes later, the door opened.

Sera stepped out, exhaling as if centering herself.

Then she stiffened, and her gaze lifted.

“Kieran—”

I didn’t give her time to finish.

I stepped forward, caught her wrist gently but firmly, and guided her back into the restroom. I closed the door behind us with a definitive click.

For a heartbeat, we simply stared at each other.

“I can’t believe you followed me here,” she said softly, eyes wide, lips parted in a way that snapped the last threads of my restraint. “What happened to distance?”

I stepped closer until her back met the cool marble of the sink counter. “Fuck distance.”

My mouth claimed hers with everything I had held back all night—jealousy, hunger, the memory of her under my hands in my office just days ago.

She made a soft sound against my lips—half protest, half surrender—as her fingers fisted in my lapels.

My hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

“You looked very comfortable,” I murmured against her mouth.

“With our first suspect?” she breathed.

“With someone other than me touching you.”

She smiled against my lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m out of my damn mind.”

I deepened the kiss, pressing her closer and letting her feel just how much of a maddening effect she had on me.

At first, she responded without hesitation. Her hands slipped up into my hair, nails grazing my scalp not enough to hurt, but enough to spark heat down my spine.

Then she stiffened, her lips pausing mid-kiss.

Her breathing shifted—not arousal. Awareness.

“Kieran,” she whispered.

I was already sliding my hand down her side, fingers tracing the slit of her dress, slipping beneath silk to the warm curve of her thigh.

She sucked in a breath.

“Kieran,” she repeated, sharper this time.

“What?” I murmured, lips trailing along her jaw.

“We have company.”

SERAPHINA’S POV

His mouth was still on mine when I felt it.

Not the heat. Not the jealousy. Not the delicious and reckless way his fingers had slipped beneath my dress.

The shift—a current in the air that didn’t belong to us.

Kieran’s hand was high on my thigh, thumb pressing into bare skin as his mouth devoured mine like a starving animal.

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