My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Chapter 540 AFTER (BONUS Chapter 7)

SERAPHINA’S POV

Night had fully settled by the time we left Nightfang behind, the celebration disappearing in the rearview mirror as Kieran guided us along moonlit roads.

I managed to be patient for all of ten minutes.

"Kieran."

"Hm?"

"Where are we going?"

"You’ll see."

Five minutes later, I tried again.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

I couldn’t fold my arms because our hands were intertwined on the center console, so I settled for a pout.

"The curiosity is eating me alive."

He raised our joined hands to his lips, and I felt his smile against the back of my hand.

"I know, baby."

"You’re enjoying this."

This time he turned and gave me a full-on grin.

"Quite a lot."

His mirth was so infectious, I couldn’t help laughing.

Giving up on prying the answer out of him, I turned my attention to the moonlit scenery drifting past the window instead.

The farther we drove, the quieter everything became, until Nightfang’s bustle gave way to peaceful streets lined with mature oak trees and elegant homes tucked behind stone walls and flowering hedges.

Finally, Kieran slowed before turning through wrought-iron gates that opened onto a curved driveway.

He parked before a house unlike any I’d ever seen.

The three-story home had been built from pale stone and warm cedar, with floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected the moonlight like still water.

Climbing roses framed a wide front porch where a pair of wooden rocking chairs overlooked carefully tended gardens, while soft lights illuminated pathways winding through flowering shrubs toward what looked like a small glass greenhouse at the back of the property.

Everything about it felt peaceful. Welcoming.

Lived in, despite being obviously new.

I looked from the house to Kieran, and my heart seemed to pause, as if it needed to hear the answer to the question I was about to ask.

"Where are we?"

He switched off the engine and turned toward me, his expression suddenly uncharacteristically nervous.

"Our home."

For a moment, I simply stared at him.

"Our..."

"My wedding gift to my new bride."

"I..." My voice disappeared altogether. "You built...this?"

He nodded, smiling softly. "I wanted us to have somewhere that belonged only to us. No ghosts from the past. No memories of old mistakes. Just...a new beginning."

My heart swelled so painfully with love that I thought it might burst and splatter blood over my perfect white dress.

"You built us a home," I breathed.

"Do you like it?"

A disbelieving laugh escaped me as I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love it," I whispered, the words feeling woefully inadequate for everything swelling inside my chest.

He gathered me against him, burying his face in my hair and exhaling heavily as though my answer had lifted a weight he’d been carrying for weeks.

"I haven’t even shown you inside," he murmured with a soft laugh.

I drew back just enough to meet his eyes, shaking my head. "I don’t care. The fact that you built this for us is enough. Fuck, Kieran, you could have built a mud house with a thatched roof, and I would love it."

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