My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Chapter 469 HOMICIDAL LUNAR PSYCOPATH

SERAPHINA’S POV

Nightfang felt different the next morning.

Sharp. Tense in the way a room became in the nanoseconds between a glass tipping off a shelf and the moment it shattered against the floor.

By the time I walked into the operations room, every monitor along the far wall was already flooded with headlines, interview clips, territory statements, and rapidly spreading commentary from both the human and werewolf networks.

Lacy, a Nightfang tech, looked up from one of the laptops, exhaustion carved beneath her eyes.

“You’re right on time, Luna,” she said grimly. “It’s better you watch it live.”

Kieran stood near the center table with Ethan and Corin, all three staring at one of the screens with expressions that immediately tightened something in my chest.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

All three turned to me with identical tight expressions that made my breath catch.

I turned to the screen, and it all made sense.

Marcus Draven appeared on-screen.

The camera framed him from the chest up inside what looked like some expensive corporate conference hall.

He looked like a respectable, polished Alpha, rather than the hidden architect behind trafficking networks, rogue operations, disappearances, and Catherine’s horrors.

“I have no involvement in the internal management of rogue affairs,” Marcus said smoothly. “Nor do I intend to interfere in disputes manufactured by territorial politics.”

Manufactured.

My jaw tightened.

A reporter off-screen asked, “Then what is your response to Alpha Kieran Blackthorne publicly linking your organization to your son, Jack Draven, and his rap sheet?”

Marcus released a measured sigh, like a tired businessman exhausted by whining toddlers.

“Jack Draven is a rogue who has not operated under my authority for a very long time,” he said. “If he has committed crimes, then he should answer for them himself.”

I scoffed, incredulous.

Marcus was abandoning Jack publicly.

Not to protect himself.

To make a point: Jack was expendable.

The realization dragged me back to the dungeon for one ugly heartbeat.

‘My father needs me.’

No. Marcus needed leverage. Tools. Weapons. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The reporter pressed again. “So you deny all involvement?”

“I deny the increasingly hysterical narrative being pushed by Nightfang and its allies,” Marcus replied calmly. “What concerns me more is the dangerous escalation being encouraged by Alpha Blackthorne and his...” He paused, rolled his eyes, and then finished, “...Luna.”

My teeth ground together.

He hadn’t outrightly insulted me or the title, but even a five-year-old could read that body language.

His gaze shifted slightly then, toward the camera.

It felt like he was looking straight at me, and something ugly crawled beneath my skin.

“The appearance of a silver wolf after generations of myth has created understandable fascination,” he continued, “but power without restraint has historically led to catastrophe in both human and werewolf history alike.”

My stomach dropped.

Kieran went terrifyingly still.

Ethan’s curse bounced off the walls of the operations room.

Corin’s expression flattened into something lethal.

A sharp murmur rippled through the reporters immediately.

One voice cut above the others.

“Excuse me—did you just confirm the existence of a silver wolf?”

Another followed quickly.

“Who is the silver wolf?”

“Are you referring to a specific individual?”

“Is this connected to Nightfang?”

Marcus blinked once, like he had only just realized what he’d implied.

Then he chuckled. The sound slithered beneath my skin.

“Oh,” he said lightly, shaking his head with practiced amusement. “I didn’t realize that part wasn’t public knowledge yet.”

Marcus leaned back in his chair, entirely at ease beneath the sudden frenzy erupting around him.

“Well,” he said smoothly, “since the information already appears to be circulating among the allied territories...yes, Luna Seraphina is the silver wolf.”

The room of reporters exploded.

Questions crashed over one another instantly.

“Luna Seraphina?”

“Are you claiming Nightfang concealed this intentionally?”

“Is the silver wolf tied to the recent military campaign?”

I barely heard the rest.

A cold heaviness sank through me so intensely that I shivered.

Not because the revelation of the truth terrified me.

The allied forces already knew.

Some of OTS knew.

But this was not how I wanted the world to find out.

Not as part of an attack. Not twisted into fear before I could even speak for myself.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Marcus continued, waving off the flood of questions related to the bomb he just dropped.

“Now we are watching an increasingly emotional military campaign driven not by evidence or lawful process, but by fear, vengeance, and bloodlust.”

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