My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Chapter 445 THE HOTTEST LUNA

SERAPHINA’S POV

Morning came too quickly.

The fragile stillness of the night before—the quiet warmth of Daniel asleep between us, Kieran’s shoulder brushing mine, the soft, impossible wish to freeze time—felt like yet another dream.

Because by the time the sun rose over Nightfang, everything had shifted back into motion.

Responsibility. Strategy. Power.

War.

I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing my dress for the umpteenth time.

It was simple by design—deep charcoal with silver threading along the seams, elegant without being ostentatious.

A Luna’s attire.

Behind me, Kieran adjusted his cufflinks, his reflection tall and powerful, every inch the formidable Alpha.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice even. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

I met his gaze in the mirror.

Over the ten years of our strained marriage, all I’d ever wanted was to stand by Kieran’s side and share the weight of his burdens.

Now that I could, I wouldn’t dare complain that it was too heavy.

“I’m ready.”

***

The main hall of Nightfang had been prepared before dawn.

By the time we entered, it was already alive with movement.

Omegas moved swiftly but silently along the edges, placing refreshments, adjusting seating, ensuring everything reflected the strength and order of the pack.

The long central table gleamed under the overhead lights, polished to a near mirror shine. Banners bearing Nightfang’s crest hung from the high stone walls, their dark fabric catching the morning light streaming through the tall windows.

And underneath it all, power gathered.

One by one, the Alphas arrived.

Some entered with the quiet confidence of long-standing allies—men and women who had fought beside Nightfang before, their gazes steady, their nods respectful.

Others came more cautiously. Wary.

I could feel it in the air, in the subtle shifts of posture, in the way their eyes flicked not just to Kieran, but to me.

Measuring. Weighing. Judging.

I stood at Kieran’s side as we welcomed them, my posture straight, my expression calm, every movement careful.

“Alpha Rowan,” Kieran greeted one of the first arrivals, the Alpha of Shadowmoon, clasping forearms in a firm grip. “It’s been a while.”

“Too long,” Rowan replied, his gaze sliding to me. There was no hostility there—only assessment.

He tilted his head. “Luna.”

My heart skipped a beat, a blend of anxiety and fluttering pride tightening my chest.

That was the first time in my life I’d ever been referred to as Luna. I froze for a moment, wondering if I should correct him.

The grounding warmth of Kieran’s hand on my lower back pulled my focus back, and I just inclined my head in return. “Welcome to Nightfang.”

Rowan held my gaze for a second longer, then nodded once.

Others followed.

Alpha Idris of Duskbane, whose pack bordered the northern territories—sharp-eyed, observant.

Alpha Mirek of Bloodspire, broader, quieter, his presence heavy but not unfriendly.

Lunas, Betas, advisors.

And with each introduction, something became increasingly clear.

Most of them accepted me.

...by default.

Because Kieran stood beside me.

Because Nightfang presented me as Luna.

Still, I could feel the undercurrent—questions unasked, doubts unspoken.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take the scrutiny anymore, a familiar presence gave me a reason to breathe easier.

“Holy shit, if you’re not the hottest Luna I’ve ever seen.”

I had to clamp my lips to keep from grinning wide and plant my feet to the floor so I didn’t lurch forward and throw my arms around Maya and Ethan.

Maya, however, had no such reservations.

When they came closer, she threw her arms around me in a choking hug.

“You look amazing, babe,” she whispered in my ear.

I exhaled, leaning into her familiar warmth. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Of course.” She pulled back and grinned at Kieran.

“Your number one allies reporting for duty,” she announced loud enough for heads to turn in our direction.

Kieran chuckled, pulling Ethan into a bro hug. “Welcome.”

When they pulled back, Ethan turned to me, and his gaze softened.

“She’s right, you know,” he said.

I scrunched my nose up. “You did not just call me hot.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You know what I mean.”

He took my hand and squeezed. “I’m proud of you, Sera.”

My eyes misted, burning from the effort to keep tears from spilling as a surge of gratitude mixed with sudden vulnerability washed over me.

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