My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Chapter 461 A BIGGER THREAT

SERAPHINA’S POV

Panic clawed its way up my throat.

I reached for Kieran, lightly squeezing his outstretched hand.

“Kieran.”

My voice echoed too loudly through the room. Kieran didn’t move.

My pulse thundered against my ribs.

No, no, no.

Had I hurt them?

I turned sharply toward Alois. “Alois!”

Not even a blink.

Fear crashed through me hard enough to make my hands shake.

I could still feel the remnants of power crackling beneath my skin, silver and volatile, like lightning trapped inside my veins. The energy had not fully settled after what I had done inside the puppet’s mind.

I gasped as heat unfurled across my lower back in waves, almost like something alive shifting beneath my skin.

Then, without warning, a strange instinct surfaced in the center of my mind.

Not words exactly.

More like...a knowing.

The same force that had frozen them could release them.

Tentatively, I swallowed and looked at Kieran again.

“Move,” I whispered.

The effect was immediate.

The entire room lurched back into motion at once.

Kieran inhaled sharply, his hand dropping.

Corin finished the step he had been trapped in.

Maya jerked against Ethan as if waking from a vivid nightmare.

Brett stumbled backward with a curse.

The sudden return of movement hit the room so violently that for one dizzying second, everyone simply stared at each other in confusion.

Then every gaze snapped toward me.

My stomach dropped.

Kieran’s hands gripped my arms firmly, eyes scanning my face with naked alarm.

“What happened?”

“I...” My throat tightened. “I froze you. I-I didn’t mean to.”

That was the worst part.

It felt like I was back in that room in OTS when I froze Lucian for the first time, when I had no idea who I was or what power I possessed.

I thought since the second trip to the Origins Archives that I’d mastered my powers, but this felt like a fucking regression.

Corin’s expression had gone unnervingly sharp.

His psychic presence brushed cautiously against mine before immediately retreating again, almost like he had touched something dangerous.

Brett dragged a hand over his face roughly. “It felt like my body stopped listening to me.”

Maya nodded slowly, her usual composure visibly shaken.

“I could still think,” she murmured. “I just...couldn’t move.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he studied me carefully, though not with fear. Concern. Calculation. Protective wariness.

Kieran’s grip on my arms tightened. “Are you okay?”

I held back a sob. He’d been the one affected, and yet he was asking if I was okay.

I managed a stiff nod.

“What exactly did you do inside his mind?” Brett asked, eyeing the puppet.

He sat slumped in the restraints now, breathing shallowly, exhaustion hollowing out his features. But the emptiness in him had changed. It was faint, almost fragile, but humanity lingered behind his eyes now.

“I broke Catherine’s restraints,” I admitted softly.

Alois went still.

“How?”

“I forced them apart.”

Silence fell again.

Not frozen this time. Just heavy.

Corin exhaled slowly through his nose. “Sera...”

The weight in his voice made my chest tighten.

While exploring Aaron and Celeste’s minds, I had woven my way through the blocks, snuck past them to find the truth.

Psychics did not brute-force their way through deeply embedded mental restraints. Especially not ones created by someone like Catherine.

Psychic work required precision. Finesse. Patience.

What I had done felt less like unlocking a door and more like tearing the hinges off reality itself.

Alois suddenly clapped his hands together once. The sound cracked through the tension.

“Well,” he announced casually, far too casually, “it has been a long, emotionally and physically exhausting day. Sera can share whatever else she found tomorrow. Everyone, retire for the night. Get some sleep.”

Maya scoffed. “I doubt any of us will be sleeping tonight.”

Alois waved vaguely toward the door. “Stare meaningfully into the distance. Whatever helps.”

Maya snorted softly before letting Ethan guide her toward the exit.

Brett lingered a second longer near the puppet, his jaw tightening as he stared at the man restrained in the chair.

Corin paused beside me as the others filtered out.

His voice lowered carefully. “You scared me tonight.”

I inhaled, my breath still trembling. “I scared myself.”

His eyes searched mine for several long seconds before he nodded once and disappeared through the doorway.

Two guards came in, unchained the puppet, and carried him into a separate holding room.

The moment the heavy interrogation room door shut, leaving only Kieran, Alois, and me, Alois’ casual demeanor vanished instantly.

“The markings on Sera’s back,” he said sharply. “Kieran, check them.”

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