[{"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-211":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},764485,1010,"Chapter 211 PERFECT TIMING","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-211",211,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shouting grew clearer once we stepped outside, where the grassy patch by the curb had become an accidental stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell stood at its center, shoulders drawn tight beneath his rolled-up sleeves, jaw clenched and eyes wild as he fought—and failed—to stay calm over the piercing wails of the crying child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman clutched her son a few feet away, murmuring something between comfort and indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on Maxwell’s other side were Noah and Zach, both flushed and trembling, their golden retriever crouched low, shivering with its ears flattened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel tugged at my sleeve. “What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not sure yet,” I murmured, scanning the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even from here, I could read the shape of it—the tightness of Noah’s grip on the leash, the defiance stiffening Zach’s small frame, the weariness pulling at Maxwell’s stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apologize. Now,” he commanded, the words sharp enough to make passing pedestrians slow down, their attention drawn to the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was seconds away from losing his temper. I felt it prickle on my skin, a charged heaviness in the air—the same warning I’d known as a child, sensing my father’s wolf simmering just beneath his scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the twins—gods, they were just scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed, stepping forward. “Stay here, baby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel nodded, his eyes glued to the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I reached them, Maxwell’s voice had dropped into that dangerous calm superior wolves used when words were the last barrier before exerting dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noah. Zach. I won’t ask again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, it wasn’t Bobby’s fault!” Noah cried, voice cracking as he wrapped his arms around the dog’s neck. Tears streaked down his cheeks, blotching his freckled face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah!” Zach barked, planting himself like a shield between his brother and father. “He didn’t do anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your dog scared my son!” the woman snapped, glaring at the twins. “He could’ve been hurt—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma’am,” I interjected gently, raising a hand. “Maybe let’s take a breath before anyone gets hurt for real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell turned at the sound of my voice. Surprise flared in his eyes, quickly replaced by raw relief, and he sagged a little as he exhaled and stepped back. “Seraphina. Sorry. This...got out of hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” I said softly. “I can see that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bobby whined, pressing closer to Noah’s leg. He was enormous for a retriever, but the way his body trembled, his eyes darting from face to face, made him look utterly defenseless—not aggressive, just overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crouched down in front of the dog, holding my hand out for him to sniff. He whined softly, pressing his nose into my palm. “Hey, boy. You okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tail thumped weakly once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See?” I said, glancing up at the woman. “He’s gentle. Just scared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her son hiccupped through his tears, his hands twisting in her coat as he half-hid behind her. “I...I just wanted to pet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He grabbed Bobby’s ear really hard,” Noah spat. “Bobby thought he was being attacked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother turned her frown down to her son. “Is that true, Cam?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cam’s face turned red. “I just wanted to play,” he mumbled, sniffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about I pull your ears and see how much you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zach.” Maxwell’s warning growl shut his son up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded, my voice softening. “Bobby didn’t mean to hurt anyone—he was just startled.” I turned to Cam. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt him either; you have to be careful not to play too roughly. Okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cam sniffed and gave a short nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to Noah and Zach. “Next time, try to explain the situation calmly before going straight to yelling, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zach crossed his arms. “She yelled first before we could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fair point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” I said. “Everyone got scared, everyone overreacted. How about we start fresh? The important thing is that no one’s hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the air between us held still—the kind of fragile pause that could tip either way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, the woman knelt beside her son, gently coaxing him forward with a hand on his back. “Would you like to say sorry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a hesitant pause, Cam mumbled an apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah followed suit, whispering one too as he hugged Bobby’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zach muttered something resembling “sorry,” but it came out more like a growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it worked. The woman relaxed, thanked me, and led her son away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rose and brushed the grass off my knees. “Crisis averted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “The pup whisperer strikes again. You make it look so easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed softly as Daniel came up to join us, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes darting between the retreating mother and the twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything okay?” he asked, a little breathless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Handled,” I said, resting my hand on his shoulder. “No blood, no lawsuits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell huffed out a quiet laugh, his shoulders finally relaxing. “Thanks to you. Seriously, you’ve got a gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged bashfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I owe you for saving me from public humiliation,” he insisted. He glanced at the restaurant behind us. “We must have interrupted your lunch, please allow me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I waved his offer away before he could fully make it. “That’s not necessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me at least buy you tea or something,” he insisted. “There’s a place a few blocks down—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zach groaned dramatically. “Tea’s boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” Noah agreed, tugging at his father’s sleeve. “Can’t we get something fun? Like ice cream?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shot them a look. “I wasn’t offering you two. You’re lucky you’re not grounded.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, boo.” Noah rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell sighed, looking heavenward. “You see what I deal with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed. “Actually, ice cream sounds divine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That earned a cheer from all three boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The café nearby was small but lively—chalkboard menus, sunlight pouring in through wide windows, the smell of espresso and vanilla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel and the twins pressed against the glass freezer, arguing over flavors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chocolate,” Noah said with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mint,” Zach countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel crossed his arms. “Cookies and cream is the best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell huffed. “You three know that you can order individual flavors, right? Nobody’s forcing you to share a cone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the sugar was finally distributed and temporary harmony restored, the group drifted outside again, where the noon sun hung high in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the street, a small sports complex hummed with activity, and through the large window, we could see kids darting across an ice rink in bright jerseys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zach’s eyes lit up instantly. “They’re playing hockey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah licked his ice cream and grinned. “Cool! Dad, can we play?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel perked up. “You play hockey?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course we do,” Zach said proudly. “Dad taught us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I attempted to teach them,” Maxwell corrected. “Mostly they just weaponize the sticks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel’s eyes gleamed. “My dad taught me, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noah scoffed. “I bet we’re better players than you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You’d lose that bet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh yeah?” Zach piped in. “Let’s see then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked. “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s have a match!” Noah declared. “Us versus you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell frowned. “Two against one is hardly fair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel looked up at him. “Will you play with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Zach snapped. “He’s our dad, not yours. Play with your mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed, shaking my head. “Hold on, I’ve never even held a hockey stick in my life. I’m more of a cheer-from-the-sidelines type.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you’ll learn!” Noah said. “You can be on Daniel’s team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell looked mildly horrified. “Absolutely not. She could break something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confidence inspiring, thank you,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom?” Daniel turned to me and held his hand out. “I need your phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned. “Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!” He shook his hand impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed, handing him the phone. “Fine. But what could you possibly want with my phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned instead of answering, thumbs flying across the screen. “You’ll see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could pry further, he darted toward the rink entrance, the twins hot on his heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell and I exchanged a half-fond, half-exasperated look that said, ‘We’re not stopping this, are we?’ and trudged after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the rink buzzed with life—kids wobbling over the ice, music thumping faintly through the speakers, the chill air fogging our breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, we have to rent gear,” Zach announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right away, Your Highness,” Maxwell deadpanned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We followed the kids to the rental counter, where a tired attendant barely looked up from her clipboard as the twins launched into rapid-fire requests for helmets, sticks, skates, and “the cool kind of gloves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we waited, their chatter filled the air—plans for team names, rules that kept changing every thirty seconds, and plenty of trash talk. We paid, grabbed the skates, and found a bench near the side of the rink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, the boys were half-armored, faces flushed with excitement. “Ready?” Noah asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel craned his neck towards the door. “I just need a minute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pang went through me. Was he stalling because he was wary of playing against the twins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I can find a coach or staff to join your team, Danny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head. “No need. I have backup arriving any minute now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned, but before I could press him for more information, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the lobby—brisk, uneven, almost urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned in time to see the doors swing open, and my heart vaulted to my throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran stumbled in, wind-tousled and a little out of breath, a leather jacket thrown hastily over a dark shirt. His wide-eyed gaze swept the rink until it found me and Daniel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel’s grin split wide. “Perfect timing.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1582,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","5a0d056b5d9ef2fa156b94956b4d0f3f5b5402690eeda8915750d13ed7073deb","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-212","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-210",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]