My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542: Chapter 542 THE SQUARE AND THE MENACE (BONUS Chapter 1)

DANIEL’S POV

For the first ten years of my life, all I wanted was siblings.

Being an only child didn’t suck, per se. I was my mom’s world, and my dad, grandparents, and pack members adored me, but at the end of the day, it got lonely.

I wanted to tackle little boys who looked like me and tickle little girls who mirrored my mom. I craved chaos and laughter and...presence.

Well, I got what I wanted—and then some.

First came Sophia.

She was born when I was ten, and from the moment Dad placed her in my arms—all five pounds of wrinkled baby wrapped in a pink blanket—I was hopelessly smitten.

As soon as she could move, Sophia followed me around like I was the most fascinating thing in existence, and whenever I came home from training or school, her little face would light up as if I were a long-lost love returning from war.

She started calling me Dani before she could properly pronounce her own name, and that nickname stuck with the ones to follow.

She reminded me so much of Mom that sometimes it was eerie. The same expressive cerulean eyes, the same stubborn little chin, the same habit of tilting her head when she was contemplating something.

Even the same—

No, that was between an older Sophia and me.

Anyways, apparently one baby wasn’t enough for my parents’ rekindled...enthusiasm, so a year later, I got more siblings.

Twin. Boys.

At first, I thought having brothers was the best thing ever.

I pictured teaching them how to fight, racing them through the forest, showing them the best places for adventure around Nightfang, and nurturing them till they were strong enough to match me.

I had forgotten one important detail: babies didn’t know how to do any of that yet.

They mostly knew how to scream. And poop. And scream because they’d pooped.

Theo and Leon, twice as much.

By the time I was twelve, I had learned how to change diapers, identify the difference between an uncomfortable cry and a hungry one, and how to get the stain of vomit out of a shirt.

Then came my youngest sister.

Lila was born when I was fourteen, and by that point, I’d sent several prayers to the Moon Goddess that my parents were done.

She was barely two now, which meant she had reached the terrifying stage where she could move fast enough to cause trouble but wasn’t old enough to understand why the trouble was a problem.

My parents were hands-on for sure, and we had a ton of help from our grandmothers and nannies, but I liked to be involved, sue me.

They were little disasters, but they were my little disasters.

Sometimes, though, I fantasized about shoving them all into a soundproof room and tossing the key into the deep end of our pool.

Like now.

“Dani!”

I jolted out of bed and raced for my door, knowing the owner of those tiny feet slapping against the hardwood floor did not understand the concept of barriers, and would not stop for anything.

“Daniiii!”

I wrenched the door open in time for Lila to launch herself at me. I dropped the book I’d been reading and caught her just before she collided with my knees, scooping her up with a resigned sigh as she latched onto my neck like a koala.

“How can I help her highness?” I asked.

She giggled and planted a big, sloppy raspberry right on my neck.

I groaned. “Yep, thanks.”

Behind her, Sophia appeared in the hallway with one of the twins hanging off each of her arms.

“Dani, they took my sparkly markers,” she huffed in the tone of an exasperated teacher at a PTC.

I cocked a brow at her. “They’re probably hiding them because you drew on their faces yesterday.”

She stomped a little foot on the floor. “I did not!”

“I did.” Theo gave me a proud, wide-toothed smile.

I frowned. “But there was marker on your face, too.”

His grin widened as his voice became a stage whisper. “So I wouldn’t be a soppet.”

I snorted into Lila’s hair, earning another raspberry. “You mean, suspect?”

He shrugged, still looking extremely proud of himself.

Leon took about two more seconds before it dawned on him. He turned his enraged gaze to his twin, and I winced.

“You?” he snarled, and Theo flinched.

Theo looked more like Dad with the same dark hair and eyes, whereas Leon’s hair and eyes were lighter. But Dad’s temper? Leon came out with heaps.

Theo gulped, and Sophia wisely let them both go.

“Uh, later.”

He dashed out of my room with Leon hot on his tail.

Sophia watched them go, a hand on her hip. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, an act that was so Mom I laughed.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked.

“Up upstairs,” she replied, wiggling her fingers in the air to mimic typing, and I got the message.

When she wasn’t fulfilling her Luna and maternal duties, Mom was a prolific writer, and when she was working, she could stay in her office for hours without even coming out for a fire.

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