[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her":3,"chapter-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-190":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},764764,1010,"Chapter 190 SHADOWVEIL","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-190",190,"\u003Cp>KIERAN’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My phone buzzed just after I’d finished reviewing Daniel’s training footage for the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind was still half-focused on the way my son had squared his shoulders after being knocked down, refusing to stay down even when he was exhausted, so I wasn’t paying much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I saw her name on the screen, and my heart kicked against my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened the message, expecting something about Daniel—maybe a last-minute concern, a question, a reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sera: I’m letting you know this in case something happens to Daniel and I’m unreachable. I’m heading out of town for a few days to visit Lucian’s pack in the south. If anything comes up, contact Maya—she knows how to reach me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I read it again. Three times. Ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word sharpened in my chest until it felt like my lungs were working around a blade lodged somewhere inside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Lucian’s pack.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was going to Lucian Reed’s pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shouldn’t have hit this hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew how close they were; it was only a matter of time. But knowing something and feeling it become real were entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was going into his territory, into his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His people would see her. Unlike mine, they would not be blind and ignorant. They would welcome her. Accept her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I forced a breath out slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t owe me anything. Not explanations, not reassurance, not permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sent this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Matter-of-fact. Distant. For Daniel’s sake. But still sent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had to mean something...right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fingers hovered over the screen, a dozen replies forming and dying at the tips of my fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Have a safe trip.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is that really necessary?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I understand.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How well do you really know Lucian? Are you sure you can trust him?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Thank you for letting me know.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Please don’t go.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I locked the phone before I could send anything I’d regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest cinched tight, a slow, cold squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashar had barely spoken to me since that night in Sera’s driveway. I didn’t need his voice berating me, though; I could do it just fine on my own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You have no right to hold her back—you lost that years ago.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let her go. Let her find what you couldn’t give her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel had already started the most intense part of his training and needed me present. He needed my guidance, my grounding. I couldn’t leave. Couldn’t hover around her like a shadow. Couldn’t follow her south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in my bid to fix what I had broken, I wouldn’t interfere with what she chose for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wouldn’t sabotage it. Wouldn’t challenge Lucian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean I trusted the bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with how her life had been a beacon for danger. Not after how many close calls she’d had. Not after nearly losing her more times than I could handle remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I unlocked my phone again—opened a different thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I forwarded Sera’s message, then typed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran: Assemble a covert perimeter watch. Complete stealth. No pack insignia. Operate outside Shadowveil’s borders. Do not interfere or report unless she is in danger. Handpick loyal and discreet personnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavin responded within seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavin: On it\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavin: ...you okay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran: Just get it done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavin: Understood...Alpha Grumpy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rolled my eyes, ending the thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I opened Sera’s message again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stared at it for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, I typed my reply carefully—every word feeling measured against a silent storm inside me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Understood. Thank you for letting me know. You don’t need to worry about Daniel while you’re gone. Have a safe trip.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My finger hovered over send.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt too formal. Too cold. Too distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anything warmer would be selfish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hit send.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a few seconds, I just sat there, still, silent, breathing through a grief that wasn’t quite grief—but something much more painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time we crossed the southern ridge and the forest canopy peeled open to reveal Shadowveil territory, my breath had already caught in my throat twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because the journey was long—which it was—or because I was nervous—which I was—but because nothing about this place was anything like I had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian had spoken of his pack sparingly, and with the next-to-nothing information Maya and I had uncovered from our cyber stalking session, I’d expected cold stone fortresses buried deep in a mountain range shrouded in near-mythical isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something claustrophobic. Remote. Untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the car followed the winding stone path, I felt my shoulders slowly loosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadowveil was...alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild. Untamed. Thriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick evergreen forests sprawled over rugged cliffs. Streams cut silver ribbons through grassy slopes. Wildflowers pushed through moss-covered stones like they owned the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pack house rose from the landscape like it had grown there rather than been built—dark timber, obsidian brickwork, wide terraces overlooking the valley below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the people...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost immediately, I noticed how many of them were women. Not just present—but leading, commanding, training, working in pairs or squads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sensed an atmosphere of strength here. Something not derived from power displays or intimidation—but from confidence, unity, and shared resilience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alina hummed with quiet approval. ‘This place remembers its storms—but it still blooms.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I stepped out of the vehicle, Lucian was there waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind ruffled his hair slightly, making him look less composed than usual, but there was something in his eyes I’d never seen before—grounded, rooted, at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, warm. “Welcome to Shadowveil, Sera.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, all I could do was nod and whisper in awe, “It’s beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should sure hope so, considering what he gave up to build this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surprised smile split my face as Alpha William stepped out from behind Lucian. “William!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He winked, then extended a hand. “It’s lovely to see you again, Sera.” His smile widened. “Or should I say, Champion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My cheeks heated up. I would never get used to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could respond, another voice cut in—bright, teasing, and unapologetically curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move, both of you—she’s mine first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman about my age, maybe slightly younger, with a cascade of raven-black hair and sharp amber eyes, practically bounced towards me with a grin so wide it was disarming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trailing her at a more composed pace was a tall man with sun-warmed skin and sharp gray eyes that missed nothing. His presence carried quiet authority—steady, grounded, and unmistakably Beta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stopped in front of me with a flourish. “Hi! I’m Sabrina.” She pointed at herself. “The best-looking sibling. Also Lucy and Willy’s favorite sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian gave her a long-suffering look. “You’re our only sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” she said, waving that off. “But I’m still the favorite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian rolled his eyes and gestured to the man behind Sabrina. “Sera, this is Reece—my Beta.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reece gave a small nod, his voice calm but firm. “Welcome to Shadowveil, Sera. It’s nice to officially meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” I said, startled by the warmth and familiarity in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d seen him around OTS occasionally, a presence that lingered at the edges, but never fully registered. I never imagined that he was Lucian’s Beta.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina elbowed him out of the way. “Good. Good. We’ve gotten the boring welcome out of the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned back to me without missing a beat. “I have waited months for this!” She reached out and grabbed my hands. “Are you ready for a tour and unfiltered sibling commentary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—uh—yes?” I answered, a little overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina beamed. “Perfect. Follow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hooked her arm lightly through mine almost naturally, like we’d known each other for thirty years instead of thirty seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already moving, she called over her shoulder, “Don’t worry, Lucy, I’ll bring her back in one piece!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Lucian,” he muttered with the exasperated sigh of someone who’d made the correction a hundred times. But I caught the way the corner of his mouth threatened a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, Sabrina had me weaving through the heart of the pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This training yard,” she said, pointing to a large area of packed earth and weathered stone, “is where Lucian tried to test a new formation during the rainy season. Forgot to account for the slick ground. Half the squad wiped out in a perfect synchronized fall. Very majestic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was a tactical experiment.” Lucian, having trailed behind us with silent vigilance, gave her a deadpan look. “You test these things and pick what works and what doesn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm-hm,” Sabrina said. “You proved that gravity works.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian sighed. “This was a mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bit back a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we continued, Sabrina shared stories—not just about Lucian, but about the pack’s history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed to the stone bridge arching over a narrow stream and told me how, after a flood had swept it away two years ago, Lucian and his highest-ranking warriors had rebuilt it by hand, stone by stone, so the farmers on the other side wouldn’t be cut off from the pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told me how Shadowveil had nearly been invaded four years ago, and it was the women who led the counter-attack. How trust here wasn’t granted through lineage, but through grit and heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little by little, through Sabrina’s candid storytelling, Lucian’s past—which had once felt like a locked room—began forming in my mind like a mosaic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, we stopped at a quiet garden carved against a cliffside. A single bench overlooked a sweeping view of the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina sat first, patting the space beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I joined her, and only then did I realize that at some point, Lucian had respectfully stepped back, giving us space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina let the wind carry silence for a moment before she spoke again, softer this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you know about Zara.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued, unflinching. “Most people get fidgety when the topic comes up. Some avoid it like it’s cursed. I don’t. She was a phenomenal Luna—for the brief period of her reign. But she’s gone now, and nothing can bring her back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I forced in a slow breath. “I’m not here to erase anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” she said gently. Then her eyes met mine—warm, steady. Like her brother’s. “Zara was fire, steel, a storm with purpose. You”—she smiled faintly—“are gentle. Steady. A quiet strength. That’s often the most powerful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tightness formed in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a deep breath. “After Zara died, I was terrified Lucian would live trapped between grief and guilt forever. That everyone who tried to get close would just become a ghost he compared to her. That wasn’t what any of us wanted. Not even Zara.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed hard, unable to form an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I want you to know this,” Sabrina continued, voice carrying fierce conviction. “From the moment you stepped out of that car, I could already tell. You aren’t Zara. You don’t even remind me of her—not one bit. And Lucian is not blind. He’s not a man who confuses his past with his present.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She winked at me, almost knowingly. “Or his future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let out a huff of breath, remembering the question I asked him that day in the exhibition hall: ‘How can you face the future when the past still has such a strong hold on you?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina leaned back, gaze drifting to the sky. “Shadowveil is a very amiable pack. Every bit of friendship you find while you’re here...every kindness, every admiration—it’s because of you, Sera. Not because you’re a shadow of someone we lost. If you don’t believe that, you might miss out on something beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft breeze drifted through the trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alina’s presence brushed against me, a quiet, acknowledging hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, I exhaled. “Thank you,” I murmured. “I’ll keep that in mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina’s expression softened into something like relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good,” she said brightly, clapping her hands once. “Now—come on. Any more dallying and Lucy will come find us with a lecture about schedule structure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood, smiling faintly as she tugged me along again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as we walked back through the heart of Shadowveil, I found myself looking around with new eyes. Not as a stranger passing through, but as someone being invited—not chased, not claimed, not compared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply...welcomed.\u003C\u002Fp>",2025,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.404Z",1,"novelbin.me","c13d3117564e4e237b216259c55628d548496f3d9b6e99836502de53f0114681","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-191","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-189",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]