My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 ASHAR

SERAPHINA’S POV

If you ever need a textbook definition of irony, here’s one: last night, when I faced the bear, I had wished for Kieran’s presence.

Now, he was here. But it sure as hell wasn’t to protect me.

The moment my gaze locked on Ashar atop the jagged stone, a surge of emotions rose within me.

Not just awe—though the sheer magnitude of his presence demanded that.

Not just fear—though my pulse tripped violently at the sight of him.

It was...something else. Something raw. Elemental. Difficult to quantify.

My chest tightened as though invisible chains yanked taut. They pulled me toward him—even as they tore me apart from myself, all at the same time.

His coat shimmered like liquid sunlight caught in snow, each ripple of muscle beneath that fur announcing lethal grace.

And his eyes—gods, his eyes. They were fixed on me, pinning me in place like a moth fixed to a collector’s board.

I’d always known them to be dark, but now they shone like molten gold, piercing straight through me as though he could see every thought I dared to think.

And then, absurdly, my heart ached. Not just from the threat before me. No, this ache came from something deeper, something that reached into old scars I’d worked so hard to forget.

“Sera,” Judy said quietly, carefully. “Is that who I think it is?”

I gave the barest of nods. “Ashar,” I whispered, though my voice—and its tremor—carried loud and clear. “Alpha Kieran Blackthorne of Nightfang pack.”

The title settled over us like a storm cloud, and the gravity of what we were facing made my knees wobble.

Behind me, my teammates shifted nervously, boots crunching against the snow. Finn’s breath came out ragged, Talia gulped audibly, and Roxy—well, she wasn’t one to hide her nerves behind silence.

“Fuck me sideways,” she muttered, squinting at Ashar. “Of all the damn Alphas they could’ve thrown at us...they sent him?” She shot me an accusing look. “Wanna tell me again that Lucian doesn’t have it out for us?”

I might have pointed out more irony that Roxy had once thought Lucian was shifting things in my favor, and now, she thought he was doing the exact opposite.

But I was too busy trying to figure out how the fuck we were going to pass this final challenge.

“Quiet,” Judy snapped, but her voice lacked its usual steel. Her hand gripped the hilt of the dagger at her belt, her knuckles white.

Ashar’s growl rolled across the plain like thunder. Deep. Resonant. A warning. The sound made the hairs on my arms rise, made my blood sing with equal parts terror and something else I didn’t have the luxury of examining right now.

‘Focus, Sera.’ Alina’s voice was steady, leaving no room for fear. ‘This isn’t about you. This is about survival.’

I forced air into my lungs. “We can’t stand here all day quaking in our boots,” I said, the words scraping past the lump in my throat. “Form up.”

Judy exhaled, reaching out with her free hand to squeeze my shoulder firmly. “Call it out, Sera.”

I shot her a grateful look.

“Judy, flank right. Roxy, flank left. Talia, Finn, take rear guard.”

They moved instantly, taking their positions with a precision that made me proud.

I strode forward, Ashar’s gaze tracking my every move.

The two talismans gleamed at his throat, silver catching in the pale sun like an unreachable star.

But we’d come this far. We would go all the way.

“On my mark,” I whispered, my gaze never leaving Ashar’s.

“Now!”

The first clash was chaos.

Ashar moved like no wolf I’d ever seen—faster than thought, stronger than reason.

Roxy lunged first, her blade flashing in the light. He barely shifted, his massive paw batting her aside as if she were a child’s toy.

She crashed into the snow, her breath exploding out of her.

“Roxy!” I called, but then Ashar was on me.

Golden fur blurred, claws arced. I ducked, rolled, felt the snow burn cold against my cheek as his strike missed me by inches.

I scrambled upright, pulling a dagger of my own from my thigh holster. When I aimed for a talisman, he twisted away, jaws snapping so close to my arm I felt the heat of his breath sear through my jacket.

Judy tried next, throwing her dagger with surgical precision. Ashar leaped, catching the weapon between his teeth.

One jerk of his neck and it went flying, disappearing into the distance. Judy stumbled back, eyes wide.

Finn and Talia advanced together, weaving in and out with impressive speed, but one sweep of Ashar’s tail knocked them both sprawling into the snow.

It wasn’t a fight. It was decimation—only without blood. At least, I hoped.

I’d always thought Kieran underestimated me, never saw me for what I was truly worth. I might have done the same to him.

Every movement he made now was a brutal reminder: this was the Alpha of the Nightfang Pack. The leader who commanded armies. The wolf who’d crushed enemies and carved fear into legends.

And I—what was I compared to that? A tiny candle flickering in the snow.

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