My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Chapter 234 THE HEIR CEREMONY

KIERAN’S POV

Dinner was a blur.

Roasted lamb, golden brown and dripping with juices, filled my plate. Charred vegetables tossed in herbs added color and smoke. Laughter rose from every table and rang out, vibrant and wild.

Wine poured freely as the pack toasted Daniel’s name with the kind of roaring pride only wolves knew how to show.

Sera sat two seats away from me—close enough that the bond buzzed like a live wire beneath my skin, far enough that she didn’t have to look at me unless absolutely necessary.

I tried not to stare.

I failed. Miserably.

Every time she leaned in to laugh at something Maya whispered, every time the light caught in her hair, every time Daniel turned to her with a story or a grin, my gaze dragged back to her like a tide obeying the moon.

And she didn’t look at me once.

Not intentionally, anyway.

But I was blessed with accidental flicks of her gaze. And each one sent Ashar pacing behind my ribs, restless, agitated, wanting.

When the sun dipped behind the hill, sinking the courtyard in shades of gold and violet, the mood shifted like a held breath.

The ceremonial torches were lit. Their flames stretched tall and steady, bathing the courtyard in amber light.

The birthday crowd dispersed quickly—humans rounded up sugar-drunk kids, non-pack families waved goodbyes. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

And thankfully—mercifully—Lucian and Maxwell were gone.

I had no shame in admitting the relief. I was already hanging by a thread; the last thing I needed was another Alpha circling Sera like she was a flame and he a starving moth.

As for Maxwell... I still didn’t know how I felt about him, but he had no place in my son’s heir ceremony.

Only the core remained: Nightfang wolves, Sera, Ethan, Maya, and Margaret as family.

The atmosphere shifted from festive to reverent.

Gone were the shrieking pups, games, and sugar-fueled chaos. Gone were the streamers and balloons and bouncy houses.

In their place came quiet.

Noble. Ancient. Purposeful.

This was no longer a tenth birthday party.

This was an heir ceremony.

Every breath in the courtyard seemed to still in anticipation as Daniel was guided to the center.

The boy who had earlier launched himself at a cupcake tower now walked with measured steps, guided by instinct older than any of us.

He wore a fitted navy vest embroidered in silver that curled over his chest in the shape of the Nightfang crest. It was paired with a crisp, high-collared white shirt and dark slacks tucked neatly into polished boots. A ceremonial sash draped over his shoulder—shifting from midnight to pale blue—marking him unmistakably as a rising Alpha.

Each detail of the ceremonial attire had been expertly designed and crafted by Henry Whitlow.

My heir ring glinted on his ring finger, and his thumb unconsciously rested against it to keep it from slipping off.

He looked impossibly grown and impossibly small at the same time.

Pride swelled in my chest, fierce and overwhelming.

My son.

My heir.

He would be greater than me. He would never make any of the mistakes I made.

I stepped forward beside him—his father, his Alpha—taking my place as naturally as drawing breath.

And then my gaze caught on something that punched the breath right out of me.

Sera.

She stepped into the circle behind Daniel, torchlight illuminating the soft shimmer of her dress.

I had seen her in thousands of outfits.

I had seen her dressed in elegance, in sparring gear, and dressed in nothing at all.

But nothing before now held me quite so spellbound.

She wore a flowing dove-gray gown that hugged her waist and fell in soft folds to her ankles. Silver embroidery traced faint patterns of vines along the sleeves and bodice. Subtle, intricate, utterly breathtaking.

The neckline dipped modestly, but the simplicity only highlighted the quiet power she carried.

At her throat nestled a silver pendant that glowed faintly with the Nightfang crest, and a slight pang shot through me when I realized I was yet to see her wear the necklace I’d made for her.

But that minor ache was overwhelmed with awe.

She looked—

Gods.

She looked like the Luna meant to stand beside an Alpha.

My Luna.

The bond reacted violently to her beauty.

To her nearness.

Ashar growled, reverent and restless at once, pressing so close to my consciousness I felt his heartbeat in my teeth.

She didn’t glance at me. Didn’t even flinch in my direction.

But the sight of her beside our son...

It undid me in ways I couldn’t name.

My father stepped forward, his voice booming across the courtyard.

“Nightfang wolves. Tonight, we recognize Daniel Blackthorne as the future Alpha of this pack.”

Wolves bowed their heads.

Daniel stood straighter.

Then came the first part of the ritual:

The pack’s blessings.

They approached one by one.

Luna Leona placed a warm palm on his cheek. “Let compassion guide your strength, and grace shape your decisions.”

Beta Gavin placed a firm hand on Daniel’s shoulder, murmuring, “Protect before you conquer.”

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