My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Chapter 492 VIOLATION OF NATURE

SERAPHINA’S POV

I had seen many impossible things since Catherine’s return.

I had seen wolves corrupted beyond recognition, psychic constructs capable of mimicking life, and horrors born from experiments that should never have existed.

But I had never seen a puppet shift.

The transformation was violent and unnatural.

Fur erupted across his skin as his frame expanded violently, and bones snapped and reformed.

Dark power flooded the chamber as the thing wearing my father’s face abandoned the illusion with a sickening precision that suggested not instinct but design. When it finally settled, a massive wolf stood before me.

Its shoulders rose nearly as high as my chest, even from a distance. Thick black fur covered a body that looked powerful enough to smash through reinforced concrete without slowing down.

The shape of the wolf was unmistakably familiar, too.

My father’s wolf, Kane.

Or at least Catherine’s version of Kane.

The wolf’s face retained traces of the man it had once been. The shape of its eyes, the structure of its muzzle, even the proud bearing of its stance all carried echoes of my father.

I understood immediately why Catherine had done this.

She was not trying to defeat me through strength alone; she was trying to fracture me before the fight even truly began.

She wanted me to see my father in the monster she had created, to catch that glimmer of him and hesitate—a heartbeat of grief she could exploit, trusting memory might stab deeper than any wound.

The beast lowered its head, and a growl that vibrated through the ritual chamber rolled from its chest.

Behind her barrier, Catherine smiled.

"Magnificent, isn’t he?"

I tore my eyes away from the wolf long enough to glare at her.

"You’re sick."

Catherine’s laugh was so gleeful I wanted to throw up. "I’ve been called worse."

The wolf took a step forward, and the stone cracked beneath its claws.

I steadied myself, jaw clenched, forcing away the fear that pressed in at the edge of my mind and refusing to back down.

The longer I looked at the creature, the more wrong it became.

The outer shape was convincing enough, the proportions carefully constructed to mimic what a powerful wolf should look like. Even the coloration of its fur carried echoes of familiarity that would have unsettled me under different circumstances.

But familiarity was not truth, and beneath the surface of that imitation there was something deeply corrupted.

The aura radiating from the beast felt like decay forced into obedience, unstable and rotting, bound together rather than healed or transformed.

The realization made my skin crawl, because it meant this thing had never been alive in any real sense of the word.

It was not a transformation, not a natural evolution of power, but an assembly of something far more disturbing.

When it moved, the illusion of coherence broke further. Its limbs carried a strange inconsistency in rhythm, as though different instincts were fighting for control of the same body.

Catherine watched me carefully from behind her barrier, clearly aware that I had begun to understand what I was looking at.

The satisfaction in her expression was subtle but unmistakable, the kind of pride that came from someone who believed they had created something elegant rather than horrifying.

I could feel anger rising in me again, starting as trembling heat before settling into something colder—a blade of resolve. I had seen enough now to separate pain from instinct, to push past confusion and anchor myself in purpose.

This wasn’t my father’s wolf.

Kane had died with his Alpha, and even in death, Catherine hadn’t allowed them peace.

"You had to fuck with every member of my family," I hissed. “You couldn’t leave even him alone.”

Catherine tilted her head. "Why would I? Such valuable material should never be wasted."

The casual cruelty of the statement twisted my stomach.

Material.

That was all she saw people as.

“This all ends now,” I hissed.

The creature lunged.

Its speed was wrong for something its size, too fast and too heavy at the same time, as though it was being propelled by something other than muscle and instinct.

I moved just in time, feeling the pressure of its passing tear through the air where I had been standing a heartbeat earlier, and I landed several paces away while it crashed into the stone floor behind me with enough force to fracture it.

It turned immediately. No hesitation. No sense of recalibration. That too confirmed that there was no awareness behind its movement, only execution.

I exhaled slowly.

Enough.

Silver surged through my veins as power erupted outward, and the chamber filled with silver light.

Fur replaced skin. Claws extended. The world sharpened as Alina surged forward completely.

The transformation completed in seconds, grounding me in a clarity that human emotion could not sustain in a moment like this.

Across from me, the corrupted wolf snarled and charged.

I met him head-on, and the collision shook the chamber.

Pain exploded through my shoulder as our bodies slammed together with enough force to crater the floor beneath us.

The beast was stronger than expected.

Dark power like Jack’s surged beneath its fur like living poison.

The longer we fought, the more obvious it became.

The creature wasn’t operating like a wolf. It was operating like multiple things forced together.

Every exchange between us exposed inconsistencies that should not have existed in a single creature.

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