My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 WALK INTO HELL

SERAPHINA’S POV

Neither Kieran nor I slept after the dream.

By morning, the atmosphere had shifted into something sharper and heavier, as though war itself had crossed our borders and quietly settled into the walls.

I felt the weight of imminent conflict pressing closer, changing not just the atmosphere but everyone inside it.

Movement echoed through every hallway before sunrise had fully broken over the horizon.

Warriors passed in organized streams, carrying weapons and supply cases, while voices from nearby rooms overlapped in hurried discussions. Reports changed hands constantly. Messengers moved between floors without pause.

Even the courtyard below had transformed, with vehicles, equipment crates, and rows of armed warriors filling the open space.

I stood in the strategy room with both hands braced against the edge of the long table, staring down at the map projected beneath me.

The Maldives spread across the surface in glowing fragments of blue and green.

Thousands of islands.

Thousands of places to hide.

Closing my eyes, I let the world around me soften.

I reached inward first.

Mother’s voice echoed quietly through my memory.

‘Don’t reach like a hand. Reach like breath.’

The silver markings along my back warmed.

Beneath the countless distant threads of emotion and life I had learned not to drown beneath, I found the familiar pulse hidden far away.

The mark I had left on Jack pulsed against my awareness like a heartbeat buried beneath water.

Faint, distant, but there. Salt, ocean, islands. Witchcraft.

Darkness.

My eyes opened.

"Still there?" Corin asked quietly.

I looked up to find everyone watching me, tension sparking in their eyes, anticipation sharp in the silent room.

Kieran stood across the table with his arms folded over his chest, his expression unreadable but tense around the edges.

Christian stood beside the windows with his hands behind his back while Ethan leaned against the far wall near Maya.

Alois sat flipping through notes and documents while Brett and Maris stood together nearby.

Maxwell had one shoulder against the wall, his alert expression in contrast with the ease of his posture.

"Yes," I said quietly. "The mark hasn’t shifted."

Tension settled over the room—a heavy, shared relief mixed with rising anxiety—because everyone understood what that meant.

Jack was there.

Margaret was there.

Catherine was there. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Possibly Marcus.

Possibly Lucian.

My chest tightened at the thought, and I pushed it away before it could settle too deeply.

Kieran broke the silence first.

"We move today."

Simple, absolute words.

His gaze shifted toward the map.

"Catherine likes controlling the battlefield. She likes information, preparation, and traps. She expects people to react exactly how she predicts."

Corin crossed his arms.

"Which means she probably doesn’t expect us kicking down her front door."

Alois looked up from his notes with a tired sigh.

"Let’s not reduce invading an underground magical research facility run by a highly dangerous psychopath into ’kicking down her front door.’"

Corin waved his hand dismissively. “Semantics.”

I felt my lips twitch, biting back a smile as Alois shot Corin an exasperated eye roll.

Then Maya’s voice cut through the room.

“No.”

Everyone turned.

Maya stood near the doorway with her arms folded tightly across her chest, glaring directly at Ethan like she was weighing which way was best to murder him.

"No?" Ethan echoed.

"No."

Ethan crossed his arms.

"Maya. You are not going."

Maya crossed her arms too, her eyes shining with defiance. “I am absolutely going.”

Ethan sighed, his exasperation weighing on his shoulders. “You’re pregnant.”

Maya looked offended. “So what? A three-week-old pregnancy is going to negate years of being a warrior?”

“You heard what the healer said yesterday,” Ethan said, “your pregnancy is unstable. You’re being irresponsible if you ignore it.”

Maya blinked.

Then narrowed her eyes.

"Irresponsible?"

Ethan seemed to realize, a second too late, what he had implied.

"Oh, he messed up," Corin murmured beside me.

Very much so.

Maya took one slow step forward.

"I’ve fought rogues, witches, assassins, and corrupted wolves."

Another step.

"I’ve survived being stabbed and shot and poisoned."

Ethan stood his ground.

"I know."

"And now suddenly I’m helpless?"

His voice softened slightly. "No, Maya."

"I’m pregnant, Ethan. I’m not dying."

Ethan pushed himself away from the wall.

"Nobody said you were dying."

"You all keep looking at me like I’m made of glass."

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