My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 MONSTERS OUT THERE

SERAPHINA’S POV

For a moment, I stood, rooted, striving to comprehend the scene before me.

Humans. Omega. Specimen.

But then one of the men grabbed the male hard enough to make him howl, and something in me snapped.

Maybe it was the sight of his trembling limbs. Maybe it was the sharp, metallic tang of his fear.

Or perhaps just that he—helpless, weak—reminded me of who I used to be. Of how cruel the world was.

Just because I was overcoming my monsters didn’t mean there weren’t still monsters out there.

The men in black moved to drag him toward a van, one of them lifting the syringe, and that was it. The last thin strand of restraint dissolved.

A low growl ripped through my chest before I even realized I was making a sound. My vision tunneled, and the world sharpened into a clear, cold point of fury.

I didn’t Shift—I doubted it would be so easy.

But my wolf surged so violently to the surface that my eyes burned, vision tinting silver.

‘Go!’ Alina snarled.

I moved.

One heartbeat, I was behind the dumpster.

The next, I was slamming into the first man so hard his body flew backward and smacked into the brick wall with a sickening thud. The syringe skittered across the ground and vanished into a storm drain.

“What the—?!”

“Who the hell—?”

“Get her!”

They spun toward me, but I was already on the second man, wrenching his arm backward with enough force that joints cracked.

He screamed, dropping his weapon as I kicked his legs out, sending him sprawling.

The third swung a silver-tipped baton at my head.

I ducked, and in that same smooth motion, grabbed it out of his hands.

I snapped the baton in half, wincing only slightly as my fingers grazed the edge.

The man froze, eyes wide. “She’s a—”

I bared my teeth, voice a deep, unnatural snarl. “Run.”

He obeyed instantly, stumbling backward, and tripping over himself as he darted away down the alley. The third man followed, using his uninjured arm to drag the unconscious second with him, both vanishing into the maze of shadows.

I didn’t chase them.

Not when someone behind me still needed help.

The Omega was curled on the ground, arms wrapped around his ribs, whimpering softly.

On closer look, I saw how young he was. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen.

Dirt streaked his face, his clothing shredded. His wolf scent was faint, likely sapped by hunger and exhaustion.

I crouched slowly, feeling the burn drain from my eyes.

“Hey,” I murmured. “You’re safe. They’re gone.”

He blinked up at me as if I’d just pulled the moon out of the sky. “You...you fought them off.”

Holy shit, I did.

I nodded, a little dazed now that the adrenaline was fading.

He swallowed hard, sitting up with effort. “Thank you.”

The gratitude in his voice scraped something raw in my chest.

I helped him to his feet. It was like lifting a sack of hollow bones.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” I asked. “Anyone to contact?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I’ll be fine.”

I raised a brow. “You were almost drugged and kidnapped.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Monday night, I guess.”

His attempt at humor was heartbreaking.

I pressed my lips together. “If you run into more trouble, you could get help at the nearest OTS branch. They never turn away a wolf in need.”

“OTS?” His scraggy eyebrows shot up. “What’s that?”

I frowned. “You’ve...never heard of it?”

He shook his head.

“It’s a relief organization dedicated to helping wolfless and vulnerable wolves.” It felt a little surreal to repeat the words Lucian had said to me when we first met.

It was even more surreal how far I’d come from the girl who needed to be protected from rogues to this...this warrior who’d protected someone else.

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