My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 SUCCESS

SERAPHINA’S POV

We didn’t move as a pack.

A full Nightfang presence moving through the outer territories would draw attention, and attention was the last thing we needed.

Not when we were still trying to understand how deep this network ran or who, exactly, sat at its center.

So we split.

Small units. Different routes. Enough distance between us that no single failure would collapse the whole operation.

And just enough chaos to make it look like something else entirely.

Something messier. Less predictable.

Rogues.

“Remind me again why I have to look like I haven’t showered in three days,” Maya muttered beside me, tugging at the rough jacket she’d thrown over her usual clothes.

I didn’t look at her, my attention fixed on the narrow trade route below where the convoy was expected to pass.

“Because,” I said calmly, adjusting the dirty hood over my head, “you’re not supposed to look like yourself.”

“But myself is so hot,” she sighed, picking a twig out of her tangled curls.

I snorted, amusement breaking through my tension.

“And you really think they’ll look at Marcus instead?” she asked.

My lips twitched. “If we do it right.”

Below us, the road cut through a stretch of dry woodland, the late afternoon light filtering through the trees in fractured patterns.

From a distance, it looked like any other supply route—quiet, unremarkable.

Below us, three transport trucks rolled steadily along the dirt path, their engines low. No markings. No escorts.

No obvious signs that anything valuable was being moved.

Which was exactly why it mattered.

Legitimate shipments didn’t bother hiding.

“Left flank is in position,” Gavin’s voice murmured through the comm.

“Right side ready,” Maya replied.

I exhaled slowly, letting the rhythm of the moment settle into place, my focus narrowing.

“On my mark,” I said quietly.

The trucks drew closer.

Closer.

Closer.

“Now.”

Maya dropped first, landing in front of the first truck. The driver must have slammed the brakes hard because the truck skidded to a screeching halt. The other trucks followed suit.

Gavin landed behind the last one, his hand already reaching for the latch at the rear.

I hit the ground moments later, the impact softened by the shift in my stance as I straightened and pulled the hood lower over my face.

The driver of the first truck barely had time to react before I reached the door, wrenching it open.

“What the—”

I didn’t give him time to finish. I grabbed his collar and dragged him out. He hit the ground hard, a startled curse leaving his mouth before it cut off abruptly as Maya’s blade pressed lightly against his throat.

“Don’t move,” she said pleasantly. “Or do”—she shrugged—“I’m good either way.”

Wisely, he froze.

Behind us, the rest of the convoy unraveled quickly. Doors opened. Men were pulled out. Weapons never made it fully into their hands.

Efficient. Clean.

No unnecessary damage. No unnecessary noise.

We didn’t kill them—that was critical to the plan.

Because dead men didn’t talk. Dead men couldn’t spread the story we wanted them to.

I stepped back, letting the others secure the drivers as my gaze swept over the cargo.

Unmarked sealed crates.

I crouched beside the nearest one, running my fingers over the surface.

I pulled a knife from my boot and pried the lid loose with a quick twist. The seal broke with a dull crack.

I reached into the crate and pushed aside the top layer of packing material.

At first glance, it looked like nothing of worth.

Rough, pale pieces of stone layered beneath protective wrapping, their surfaces dull enough to pass as low-grade material to anyone not paying attention.

But I was paying attention.

I reached in and picked one up.

When I turned the stone in my hands, light caught it, revealing a faint, clean shimmer beneath the surface.

“Is that—” Maya began.

“Yep,” I murmured.

Moonstone—in its purest, rawest form. Uncut. High-grade. Deliberately downgraded in appearance so no one would think twice if it was discovered.

I stood slowly, my gaze sweeping across the other crates being opened by the team.

Same contents, every single one. Smuggled stones nestled in each crate.

My mind raced as I connected this to everything we knew.

It went straight in one direction: Astrid.

Her voice echoed in my head as clearly as if she were standing beside me.

‘A few weeks ago, I was to receive a shipment of Moonstones...and they were hijacked.’

My jaw tightened.

“Check the markings,” I said.

Gavin flipped one of the packages over, frowning.

A quiet exhale came through the line. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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