My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Chapter 447 SO GODDAMN STUBBORN

SERAPHINA’S POV

The rest of the meeting went better than I expected.

There was still a long road ahead—one that would be defined by strategy, coordination, and the fragile balance of power—but this first step ended on a promising note.

A foundation we could build on. A partnership we could strengthen.

As the last of the Alphas filtered out, the adrenaline faded, stripping away the careful bravado and finesse I had worn like armor until all that remained was the weight of it—and the quiet exhaustion beneath it.

When the doors closed behind the final departing Alpha, and silence reclaimed the hall, my shoulders dropped before I could stop them, and a breath slipped out of me.

“Sera.”

I turned to find Kieran watching me.

Not as the Alpha who had just commanded a room full of powerful leaders.

But as...him.

And there was something in his gaze that made my chest clench.

“Walk with me,” he said.

It wasn’t an order—but it wasn’t quite a request either.

We left the hall together, the echoes of what had just happened still clinging faintly to the air behind us.

The corridors of Nightfang felt almost too quiet in comparison, the usual activity muted as the pack gave the visiting Alphas space.

We didn’t stop until we reached our room and the door closed behind us with a soft, final click.

Kieran turned to me fully and didn’t waste a second.

“You promised them too much.”

The softness of his voice clashed with the sharp tension on his face—jaw clenched, eyes stormy, shadows of anger eclipsed by the unmistakable glint of fear.

“We agreed we would show Aaron as proof,” he continued. “We agreed—even though I didn’t like it—to reveal your powers and identity to earn their trust. But we did not agree to rent out your services.”

“Kieran—”

“Finding them. Restoring them. Fixing what Marcus and Catherine have done?” he continued, his voice tightening, matching the set of his jaw and brows. “You don’t even know the full extent of what they’ve built yet.”

“I know enough,” I said quietly.

“That’s not the point!”

“It is exactly the point!” I met his gaze without flinching. “They needed something real, Kieran. Something to hold on to, not just fear.”

“And you decided that something should be you?” His voice sharpened enough to cut.

I felt a flicker of something heated in my chest, but I didn’t let it rise.

He was angry because he was afraid. He was afraid because he cared for me.

“Why can’t it be?” I whispered. “Am I not allowed to help?”

“Help?” he gasped incredulously, running a hand across his jaw.

“And what happens when they start depending on you? When every pack looks to you to fix what’s been broken? When it starts taking more out of you than you can give?”

“I’m getting stronger,” I said, softer now but no less certain. “Every time I go into someone’s mind, every time I push past those barriers, I learn. I adapt. I know my limits, and I’m learning to push them without breaking.”

I let out a slow breath and stepped closer.

“And we’re not doing this alone. The potions we seized from the suppliers during the last raid are already being analyzed at the Institute. Alois thinks there’s a chance—if we can understand how Catherine is stabilizing the process, we might be able to reverse it without my powers."

“‘Might,’” he ground out.

“Yes,” I said, undaunted. “Might.”

I stepped closer again, close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

“But that’s more than we had before.”

“You’re still pushing yourself too hard,” he said after a moment, quieter now but no less firm.

I smiled faintly. “Why is it okay for you to push yourself and not me?”

“Because I’m the Alpha.”

“And I’m your Luna...” I paused, searching his gaze. “...right? Or did you just say that to shut Helen up?”

The moment the words left my mouth, I saw it—the slackening of his jaw, wide eyes clouding with sudden hurt.

“I don’t give a shit about fucking Helen,” he hissed, his voice low and trembling.

"I didn’t say that for anyone’s benefit." He took a step closer, his presence pressing into mine with unmistakable intent. "And I sure as hell didn’t say it as a strategy."

Each word landed fiercely, no hesitation, no room for doubt.

“I meant every word.”

His gaze didn’t waver from mine, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had fallen away.

There was just him. Just us.

“I’ve meant it,” he added, more quietly now, as if the words were being pulled from somewhere deeper than he was used to letting anyone see. “Long before I said it out loud.”

My heart fluttered at his words.

He exhaled slowly, like he was reining himself in, but his eyes didn’t soften.

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