My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 AFTER (BONUS Chapter 6)

SERAPHINA’S POV

The ceremony passed in a beautiful blur that I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying—and probably failing—to describe with complete justice.

One moment I stood at the end of the aisle with Ethan’s reassuring arm linked through mine, his proud smile reminding me that no matter how much life had changed, he would always be my big brother; the next we were walking together toward Kieran beneath an arch woven with white and red roses, silver eucalyptus, and soft pink carnations.

Every face I loved seemed to melt into the background the instant my eyes found his.

He looked devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit tailored so perfectly it seemed as though it had been made around him rather than for him, yet all I could truly see was the expression on his face.

Wonder.

Reverence.

Love so profound it softened every hard edge he’d ever carried.

By the time I reached him, his eyes were glassy, and I had to blink several times to clear my own blurry vision.

The vows were simple, not because we lacked words, but because we’d already lived through the complicated parts.

The years had taught us that love wasn’t measured by grand declarations or perfect promises, but by the choices made again and again when life became difficult.

There was something liberating about standing before the people who mattered most and promising only what we could control.

That we would choose each other every morning, listen before judging, forgive before resentment took root, talk about and through everything, and always find our way back home to one another no matter where life carried us.

There were no prophecies hanging over our heads, no destiny dictating our future, and no invisible obligations binding our hearts together.

There was only Kieran and me, two people finally given the chance to build a marriage on nothing more—and nothing less—than love freely chosen.

When Kieran slipped the ring onto my finger and fervently promised, "This time, I’m going to love you properly," I was fairly certain there wasn’t a dry eye anywhere in Nightfang.

Least of all mine.

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By the time evening settled over the packhouse, the celebration had become exactly what I’d hoped it would be: vibrant, intimate, and just the right amount of chaotic.

The great hall glowed beneath hundreds of hanging lights woven through greenery and white blossoms, while laughter and music drifted from every corner.

Kieran hardly left my side for more than a minute at a time, his hand always finding mine again whenever someone drew us into conversation or another round of congratulations.

I lost count of how many embraces we shared, how many well-wishes were offered, and how many people leaned over to whisper that they’d never seen our Alpha smile quite so much.

They weren’t exaggerating. Every time I turned to look at him, I found his gaze already on me with the same starstruck wonder that had filled his eyes at the altar, as though he still couldn’t quite believe this reality belonged to us.

I didn’t have a mirror, but I was pretty sure the same look was reflected in my eyes.

We shared our first dance as husband and wife beneath a canopy of twinkling lights, moving slowly to a song neither of us paid much attention to because all I could hear was Kieran’s heartbeat beneath my cheek.

There was none of the stiff awkwardness of our first dance in that bar a million years ago; every step was easy and effortless because we’d finally learned how to move through life together.

Once the song was over, we graciously yielded the dance floor, and it quickly became crowded with couples.

My attention wandered toward a burst of childish laughter just in time to spot Daniel solemnly extending one small hand toward Ava, who was dressed in an adorable dark green dress that swirled around her knees as she moved.

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