My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Chapter 468 UNKILLABLE

SERAPHINA’S POV

By morning, Jack Draven’s capture had become more than a victory.

It had become proof.

Proof that he could bleed. That he could fall. That he wasn’t some untouchable force moving beyond consequence.

He was a man. Dangerous, twisted—but still a man.

And men could be dragged down.

The change in Nightfang was impossible to miss.

Representatives of the allied forces who had spent days moving beneath the weight of public fear now stood straighter.

Messengers crossed the courtyard with sharper purpose. Scouts laughed under their breath while comparing capture reports—the kind of laughter that came when exhaustion finally found something to lean on.

Even the OTS members stationed at the temporary base sent messages through Judy’s channels that sounded less brittle than they had before.

For the first time since Kieran’s announcement, hope no longer felt like something we were pretending to have for everyone else’s sake.

It felt real.

But that, in itself, was dangerous.

Hope could steady people, but it could also make them careless.

So when I entered Nightfang’s interrogation wing with Kieran at my side, I forced the cheers from the courtyard out of my head and held on to the cold truth waiting below us.

Jack Draven was captured, not defeated.

The dungeon air changed with every step downward, losing the warmth of daylight until only stone, iron, and the scent of old violence remained.

Nightfang’s holding cells had been reinforced before we brought Jack in.

Alois had layered suppression wards into the walls. Corin had added psychic pressure barriers. Kieran had ordered enough guards posted outside to look like a small army.

Still, despite the wards and barriers, when we reached the final door, I felt the darkness.

It pressed faintly against the other side of the reinforced steel.

Not psychic power exactly.

Not wolf aura either.

Something thicker. Hungrier.

Kieran stopped beside me.

“You feel that?”

“Yes.”

His jaw tightened. “We don’t stay longer than necessary.”

I looked up at him, and for a second, the dungeon disappeared beneath the fierceness of his eyes.

He was still furious.

Not in the explosive way Jack was furious, but in the quiet, controlled way that made Kieran far more dangerous.

Jack had attacked our home, our allies, our people. He had threatened me too many times to count, but I knew that was not the part Kieran was holding onto hardest.

Jack had made himself useful to Catherine and Marcus. Which meant every breath he took might still belong partly to them.

“I won’t be reckless,” I promised.

Kieran’s gaze softened only slightly. “I know.”

Then he opened the door.

Jack sat in the interrogation chair in the center of the room, wrists locked in silver restraints, ankles bound to the floor, torso secured by layered bands covered in Alois’s inscriptions.

Bruises darkened one side of his face. Dried blood marked his temple. Ashar’s claw marks had torn across his shoulder, already healing slower than they should have under the suppressants.

But his eyes...

His eyes were wrong.

Darkness had settled behind his gaze, so thick it was like staring into a void.

His gaze first snagged on Kieran.

“Alpha Kieran,” he drawled. “This brings back old memories, doesn’t it?”

Save for a low growl, Kieran didn’t reply.

Jack chuckled. “Guess I’m the only one feeling nostalgic.”

Then his gaze shifted to me, and he smiled.

“There she is,” he rasped. “The little silver miracle.”

I moved closer slowly, letting my power remain quiet beneath my skin. I stopped a few feet from Jack’s chair.

“You’re looking a little worse for wear.”

He laughed, low and ugly. “You, on the other hand, look fucking triumphant. You really think you’ve won?”

“We captured you alive.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” His grin widened. “You just caught a body.”

The words slid strangely through the room.

Alois, who stood near the wall with Corin, frowned sharply. Ethan’s posture hardened beside the door.

Kieran’s voice dropped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jack ignored him, gaze fixed on me with feverish intensity.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered, eyes burning. “That’s why you’re standing there so carefully. That’s why your pretty little power hasn’t come clawing into my head yet.”

His smile stretched. “Go on, silver wolf. Try.”

Corin’s warning brushed my mind immediately. ‘Careful.’

Slowly, I extended my awareness toward Jack.

The moment my power touched the edge of his mind, a supernatural darkness surged up—alien and more sentient than raw instinct.

I saw flashes, but they were distorted beyond ordinary memory.

Jack laughing through blood.

Marcus’s hand at the back of his neck.

Catherine’s voice murmuring words I could not fully catch.

A ritual circle beneath his feet.

Something black spreading through his veins like ink.

My power recoiled before I chose to pull back.

The room sharpened around me again.

Kieran’s hand was suddenly at my waist, steadying me.

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