My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Chapter 407 THE LETTER

SERAPHINA’S POV

Jack Draven.

Even after Maya pulled into the Nightfang compound and killed the engine, the name sat in my chest like a serrated knife, pressing harder and harder against my ribs with every inhale.

Marcus Draven’s son.

Catherine’s partner’s son.

“If Jack’s involved,” Maya said quietly beside me, her earlier agitation now sharpened into something colder, more focused, “then this wasn’t just some opportunistic acquisition.”

“No,” I agreed, my voice distant even to my own ears. “It wasn’t.”

My stomach tightened.

Reclaiming OTS wasn’t just going to be difficult; it was going to be impossible.

Not when the entire thing had been pulled into Marcus and Catherine’s network.

And Lucian...

My fingers curled against my thigh.

How did he get pulled into this? It just didn’t make sense.

Lucian didn’t carry the same prejudice toward rogues that most Alphas did—hell, he’d opened OTS to many, many rogues and outcasts.

But this?

Rogues like Jack didn’t just operate outside the system—they corrupted it. Poisoned it.

Lucian would never—

I cut that thought off with a sharp exhale.

Would never what? Make a mistake? Get trapped? Be forced?

Did I truly know him to begin with?

My jaw tightened.

No.

Something had happened.

Something we still weren’t seeing.

“I don’t buy it,” I said.

Maya glanced at me. “What part?”

“Any of it,” I said, pushing the car door open and stepping out into the cool evening air. “Lucian doesn’t just...hand over OTS. Not willingly. Not to someone like Jack.”

Maya followed, closing her door with a muted thud. “Which means we’re missing something big.”

And whatever it was, it had to be enough to force Lucian into aligning himself—at least on the surface—with filth like the Dravens and Catherine.

The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.

We didn’t speak again as we crossed into the packhouse.

The familiar scents of Nightfang wrapped around me—cedarwood, smoke, the faint metallic edge of the training grounds—but even that comfort couldn’t touch the cold, spiraling unease knotting tighter and tighter beneath my skin.

I had just stepped into the main hall when my phone rang.

Unknown number.

I hesitated for half a second before answering.

“Hello?”

“Sera?”

The voice on the other end was tight. Controlled. But there was something beneath it—something frayed at the edges.

“Who’s this?”

“Sabrina.”

I straightened instinctively.

“Sabrina? Do you know where Lucian is? Is—”

“I can’t talk for long,” she cut me off. “Lucian left me instructions.”

Every muscle in my body locked.

“What kind of instructions?”

Her exhale came through the line, shaky. “He said...if anything happened to OTS, I was supposed to send something to you.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

“To me?”

“Yes. I didn’t understand it at the time. I thought it was just...one of his contingencies. But then I heard what happened to say and I—”

She cut herself off with a deep, shuddering breath, as if struggling to steady herself before she could continue.

“I mailed it as soon as I could. Express. It should’ve already arrived at Nightfang.”

My heart skipped.

“Sabrina,” I said, my voice steadying, “did your brother say anything else? Anything at all?”

Silence stretched for a beat too long.

Then: “He told me not to try to contact him.”

“Sab—”

The line went dead.

For a moment, I just stood there, phone pressed so hard to my ear it hurt, the weight of the conversation sinking into my bones, heavy and suffocating.

Then—

“Sera?”

Maya’s voice pulled me back.

I lowered the phone slowly. “There’s a package.”

Her brows knit together. “From?”

“Lucian.”

***

The box was medium-sized. Plain brown. No markings beyond standard shipping labels.

Ordinary.

“That’s a little...anticlimactic,” Kieran muttered, eyeing the box.

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