QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

Chapter 442: Seraphina

Both families agree to Elara’s suggestion.

I clench my fists. I could not speak up, but she could.

"Elara."

"Yes, Luna?"

"A word." I walk out.

She follows me, walking patiently behind me, not speaking up. We walk for twenty minutes before I speak.

"Since you said you are acting Luna of Redmoon," I say, "you have to do something about this."

"I do not understand."

"I have been receiving reports of how Redmoon wolves act. And now today, a bond was almost broken because of this."

"I still do not understand."

"Speak to your wolves. The behavior of Redmoon is creating tension and a crack with the three other packs."

"Oh..." She looks at me. "I am afraid I still do not know what you wish for me to do. You must be aware that wolves have their own minds."

I stop walking.

I turn to face her.

"You are supposed to be a leader," I say. "Lead."

"That would be my brother’s jurisdiction as Alpha," she says.

She looks at me with a small smile. Her hair is swept to one side, not a single strand out of place.

I hate her.

I hate the way she looks at me like this—mocking, untouchable, superior. Like she knows something I do not. Like she has already won.

"You act like you are better than everyone," I say.

She tilts her head.

"I do not act like anything," she says. "I simply am."

"Arrogant."

"Confident," she corrects. "There is a difference."

I scoff.

"Luna, we are not children anymore," she says. "We are mothers now. With mates. You cannot be acting like this."

I feel my face flush.We are the same age, but she has always loved to give me her condescending lectures and advice.

"Stand up straight," she says. "Straighten your back. Do not avoid eye contact. You are the mother of four packs now. Act like it."

My fists clench at my sides.

"You do not get to speak to me like that," I say.

She looks at me.

"Then act like someone who deserves to be spoken to differently," she says.

I open my mouth. I close it.

I stand up straighter. I meet her eyes.

"Better," she says.

I feel humiliation at the fact that I listened to her. I need Elara to fall from grace. I need her below me. For seven years, she was—but then that mate of hers had to show up, and now she is back like this.

I hate her.

"If there is nothing else, Luna, I will be taking my leave," she says.

She leaves.

***

Elara

What a sweet girl the Luna is. I have always had a soft spot for her. We are from the same litter, but unlike me, she was an orphan.

So I have always tried to care for her. But sad I do not think she would ever fit into Redmoon. I tried. Other girls tried. But maybe it is because she was meant to be Luna.

I know she does not like me.

I understand her.

My life was better simply because of the circumstances of our birth.

I just cannot believe she has carried that insecurity straight into adulthood.

I do not spare her any more space in my mind and thoughts. When I cross over to the Redmoon side, my heart races at the thought of seeing my mate again.

I cannot help it.

I adore her.

But the moon is also calling. I have not shifted at all this week. So I do not go home. Instead, I go into the forest.

The trees are huge here—ancient, towering, their branches reaching toward the sky like arms. The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting silver shadows on the forest floor. The earth is soft beneath my feet. The air is cool and clean.

I stop in a clearing.

I am about to shift, but I stop. I look at my clothes. They are way too nice to be torn.

I remove them carefully—folding my dress, my underthings, placing them on a low-hanging branch where they will stay clean and dry. The night air kisses my bare skin.

Then I shift.

My bones crack. My skin ripples. Fur sprouts across my body. My hands become paws.

I am free.

I run.

The forest blurs past me. My paws pound against the earth. The wind rushes through my fur.

This is what I was born for.

This is what I need.

I run until my lungs burn. I run until my legs ache. I run until I can no longer think about Seraphina, about the packs, about the weight of everything.

I stop at the edge of a stream.

I lower my head to drink.

The water is cold and clear.

Then I hear it.

A rustle in the leaves. Too heavy for a rabbit. Too deliberate for the wind.

Something is stalking me.

A predator.

I do not waste time. I take off running immediately, away from the sound. My paws hit the earth hard, my heart racing, my breath coming fast.

I hear it chasing after me.

I do not look back. I cannot afford to. I push my body harder, faster, weaving between trees, leaping over fallen logs.

The predator is close.

Too close.

I keep running. I cannot be caught.

But it is too late.

I am caught.

Something tackles me and pins me to the ground. The weight is heavy, warm, familiar. I whine, struggling for just a moment—but I am no match.

I know it is my mate.

She caught me.

I stop struggling.

I go still beneath her.

Then a rough tongue starts to lick the fur on the back of my neck.I whine again—softer this time, not in fear, not in protest.

She rumbles against me, a low, satisfied sound.

I shift back to human form. I turn around until I am facing up, looking at the big scary predator with the golden eyes. It is so beautiful. I reach up and scratch behind its ear.

It purrs.

The sound vibrates through its chest, deep and content.

Then it immediately shifts back to human form.

"It does not matter, mate." I am amused. "I heard you purr."

"I am not ashamed." She is obviously embarrassed. "I am essentially a cat. It is normal."

"Of course." I agree.

"I am serious," she says.

She drops her body on top of mine, lying on my naked chest, her head tucked under my chin.

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