My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Chapter 474 COMPLETE

SERAPHINA’S POV

Later that night, after the children had been herded toward bed and the packhouse had quieted, exhaustion should have dragged me under instantly.

Instead, restlessness vibrated beneath my skin like static.

Nightfang had mostly settled outside. The distant sounds of guards changing shifts drifted through the air, along with the soft rustle of trees moving with the wind.

I stood barefoot at the balcony railing outside our room, staring at the moon hanging massive and silver above the forest.

Something pulsed within me in quiet rhythm with it, and Alina paced restlessly beneath my ribs.

Not distressed.

Almost like...anticipation.

I heard the bathroom door open inside the room, and a few seconds later, the balcony door opened.

I glanced back as Kieran stepped out, drying his damp hair with a towel slung loosely around his shoulders.

He stopped the moment he looked at me, gaze flicking once toward the moon overhead before returning to me.

“Full moon,” he said softly.

“Mhm.”

His eyes sharpened as he crossed the open space toward me. “You’re restless.”

I leaned one shoulder against the balcony frame. “Am I that obvious?”

“To me?” His mouth curved. “Always.”

Warmth flickered in my chest.

He stopped in front of me then, close enough for the familiar heat of him to wrap around my skin.

“You’ve been restless since dinner,” he murmured. “Happier. But restless.”

I huffed softly. “Maybe my body doesn’t remember how to relax properly anymore.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “That’s like answering ‘What’s your greatest weakness?’ with ‘Cares too much, works too hard.’”

I snorted as Kieran laughed quietly under his breath.

The sound of our amusement settled something inside me.

Gods, I had missed this.

Us.

Moments untouched by strategy meetings and war reports and fear.

His gaze drifted toward the forest again. Then he looked back at me carefully.

“Want to go for a run?”

Alina surged beneath my skin so fast that I physically jolted, pure exuberance and hungry excitement flaring like wildfire.

Ashar answered instantly from within Kieran.

The reaction hit both of us so hard and instinctively that we laughed again.

“I think that’s a yes,” Kieran murmured.

I hadn’t realized how badly our wolves needed this until now.

For weeks, everything had been survival. Meetings. Political maneuvering. Raids. Nightmares. Planning the next move before we’d even recovered from the last one.

Ashar and Alina had barely had room to breathe together, and wolves were not creatures meant to live trapped inside concrete rooms.

“A resounding yes,” I breathed.

Kieran’s smile deepened, softer now. “Thought so.”

We shifted beyond the eastern boundary of the packhouse.

The transformation swept through me like silver fire—bones reshaping, senses sharpening, instinct flooding every nerve until Alina stood fully beneath the moonlight.

Beside me, Ashar emerged enormous and golden like a midnight sun, golden eyes blazing in the dark.

The guards stationed along the forest perimeter immediately straightened as we approached, recognizing us.

One even smiled faintly and bowed his head.

“Good evening, Alpha. Luna.”

Alina preened at the title, nudging his thigh lightly before we dashed into the forest and the trees swallowed us whole.

And then—

Freedom.

Alina burst forward through the forest like released lightning.

The ground flew beneath my paws in rapid rhythm while wind tore through my silver fur.

Moonlight spilled between the trees in fractured ribbons, illuminating moss-covered roots and thick trunks in flashing blurs as Ashar raced beside me.

Joy—wild, untamed, alive—exploded through me so vividly it almost hurt.

Alina threw back her head and howled into the night.

Ashar answered instantly.

The sound rolled through Nightfang territory like something ancient waking beneath the mountains.

We ran without destination.

Without strategy.

Without fear.

Just movement and instinct, guided by moonlight.

Branches blurred overhead while the forest opened and narrowed around us in shifting waves of silver and gold.

Alina leaped over fallen logs and raced down narrow ridges slick with dew while Ashar stayed close enough that our shoulders occasionally brushed mid-stride.

Every touch sent warmth and reassurance racing through me, weaving comfort into the wild exhilaration of the run.

The bond between them hummed brighter tonight. Stronger.

Alina barked playfully once before darting ahead.

Ashar lunged after her immediately.

I laughed as we tore through the woods.

For a little while, I forgot Marcus. Forgot Catherine.

Forgot silver wolves and public opinion and prophecy and death visions and politics and war.

There was only this.

Moonlight. Forest. Ashar.

The trees eventually began thinning near the northern edge of the territory until the forest opened around a small lake that stretched smoothly beneath the night sky like a polished mirror.

Alina slowed first.

Ashar stopped beside her.

The moon reflected across the water in shattered silver fragments while mist drifted faintly above the shoreline.

Everything felt impossibly still and beautiful, and I wished we could stay in this moment forever.

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