My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: Chapter 473 A FEW PRECIOUS HOURS

SERAPHINA’S POV

By the end of the day, I was walking on air, filled with the kind of lightness that came after surviving something sharp enough to cut through bone.

The “WE KNOW SERA” video had detonated across every network faster than we could track.

Marcus’ interview kept circulating, but now every repost was buried beneath comments defending me, mocking him, or outright calling him manipulative.

And somehow, the narrative surrounding the silver wolf had begun twisting again.

People who had spent the morning calling me a monster were now posting old legends about silver wolves protecting territories, comparing me to mythical guardians and ancient heroes, as if the world had suddenly decided silver fur was now cinematic, not terrifying.

For the first time in days, when I walked through the packhouse corridors, I did not feel the weight of whispers pressing into my back.

Instead, people smiled, waved, and congratulated me.

And every time it happened, my chest tightened all over again.

By evening, I had made a decision.

“I want to do something for the kids,” I told Maya while she sorted through three different communication feeds at once.

Maya snorted. “For the children who accidentally won your public relations war?”

“Yep.”

“That sentence is still insane.”

A laugh escaped me despite myself.

It felt strange. Like my body had forgotten laughter still existed.

“I’m serious,” I said softly. “I just...want them to know how much this meant to me.”

Maya’s expression gentled.

“You know,” she murmured, “you’re never beating the allegations of being painfully soft-hearted.”

“Tragic, really.”

“Devastating.”

By dinner time, the entire west dining hall had been transformed.

Long tables filled with food the kitchen staff and pack members had practically fought one another to contribute.

String lights had been hung along the beams overhead. Board and card games had been brought out.

One corner of the room became a dessert table so aggressively overloaded with sweets that Kieran muttered something about “weaponized sugar.”

The children poured in cautiously at first, lingering near the doorway in little clusters.

Then, all at once, the room erupted into noise and motion.

Laughter.

Running feet.

Chairs scraping.

Ava walked in beside Daniel with all the false indifference of someone trying very hard not to look pleased about being celebrated.

The moment she saw the decorations, however, her eyes widened.

She caught me noticing and immediately scowled. “You’re making this too much of a big deal.”

“That’s cause it’s the biggest deal ever.”

I crossed the room before she could escape and pulled her into a hug.

She made a strangled sound of protest.

“Sera,” she hissed, mortified. “People can see us.”

“Yes,” I said into her hair. “That’s generally how hugs work.”

A few nearby children giggled.

Ava groaned dramatically while hugging me back anyway.

Daniel shook his head beside us. “You’re both embarrassing.”

“Jealous?” I asked.

He scoffed. “Why would I be?”

I smiled and pulled him into the hug too before he could dodge.

That earned an actual laugh from Ava.

The sound nearly wrecked me because it had been so long since anything in Nightfang had sounded this uncomplicated.

Dinner became chaos quickly after that.

The good kind.

Children darted between tables carrying too many cupcakes. Toby somehow convinced Ethan to participate in a highly suspicious card game that he was absolutely cheating at.

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