[{"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-224":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},764498,1010,"Chapter 224 MOON GODDESS","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-224",224,"\u003Cp>SERAPHINA’S POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darkness was weightless. Like drifting in warm water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I vaguely remembered collapsing. Vaguely remembered rain and pain and Kieran’s ragged, panicked voice calling my name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I felt detached from those memories, from that life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floating. Free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, the darkness flickered, and memories began stitching themselves across the void like shards of stained glass catching light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A laugh—Daniel’s, age four, chubby cheeks smeared with frosting as he proudly plunged his hand into his birthday cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Snowfield Arena; the rush of adrenaline as I mounted Ashar’s majestic form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night my father died; the cold look in Kieran’s eyes as he said, “I want a divorce.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder of applause and cheers as a disembodied voice announced, “And the champions of the Latent Spark Trials are OTS Team One!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desperate plea in Kieran’s eyes that night on my porch as he held my hands. “You feel it too, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenes overlapped, fractured, replaying out of order—old hurts beside old joys, triumph beside agony. My life condensed into flashes of sound and color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The montage shifted with an almost physical sense of movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abruptly, I felt myself swept into a different current. I realized the memories weren’t mine anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood above a small bed, and it took me a moment to recognize the fair-haired toddler sleeping soundly in the bed as myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round-faced, impossibly small, tucked under a patchwork blanket I dimly remembered chewing on when I had nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room smelled like lavender and fresh wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my parents were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not distant. Not cold. Not indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mother knelt beside the bed, fingers trembling as she brushed a curl off my forehead. No disdain. No disappointment. Just a mother’s quiet ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father stood behind her, one hand on her back, the other cupped over my tiny hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please,” my mother whispered, voice quivering. “Let her be spared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father didn’t speak, but his thumb stroked over my knuckles with a gentleness I’d never associated with him in real life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had to be another cruel trick of my mind, right? Another desperate attempt to give myself the love I never received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before I could wallow in more heartache, the image dissolved like mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked, taking in the training courtyard. Years later, but still years before now. I recognized the uniforms, the cracked pavement beneath the oak tree where I used to eat alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two older students shoved a younger me against a wall. I winced, remembering the resulting injury on my shoulder that had me using my left hand for two weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory followed the boys as they left, laughing among themselves, as I crumbled into a heap behind them, crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned a corner, and there was teenage Ethan, face carved in fury, jaw clenched hard enough to crack bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand shot out, grabbing one of the bullies by the collar and lifting him clean off his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Touch my sister again,” he threatened, voice low and lethal, “and I’ll fucking destroy you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he threw the bully into his friend, and they both crashed to the floor in a pathetic heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan didn’t wait to see their reactions. Just walked away with rigid shoulders, fists shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He...defended me? Why? Had he always?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene faded again, melting away before the ache that bloomed in my chest could settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I was in the Nightfang Alpha residence hallway. My old home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daniel’s bedroom door stood in front of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, inexplicably, I knew what day it was: Kieran’s and my first anniversary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew that on the other side of the door, I was crying silently into a pillow, trying not to wake Daniel, only a baby then, cradled beside me as I wrote all my fantasies into a journal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And outside the door...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just standing there, frozen. He looked younger. Harder. His jaw tense, frustration furrowed into every line of his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifted his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go in,” I called out, even though he couldn’t hear me. “I was waiting for you. Go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt the anguish of that night ignite inside me all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you had come in,” I whispered to his retreating form, “would everything have changed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kieran disappeared into the shadows, and the hallway dissolved with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the battlefield. I had never been here, but I recognized it immediately: Frostbane boundary grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Edward Lockwood’s last stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was suddenly running, feet pounding into hard-packed earth, my breath ripping out of me as I chased after him. Wolves howled in the distance. War cries cracked the air like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father marched forward, shoulders squared, sword strapped to his back, determination emanating off him like heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, wait—stop!” I screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head turned. Not fully, just slightly, as though he felt something tug at him. His brow wrinkled, his eyes narrowed like he was trying to see through a thick veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strange,” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he faced forward and charged into the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” I lunged for him, reaching with everything I had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands passed straight through his silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fell to my knees, tears burning hot down my face as that world, too, dissolved around me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the mist cleared, I stood barefoot on moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forest surrounding me was quiet, almost eerily so. Soft light filtered through endless canopies, and the air smelled like fresh rain and blooming moonflowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaves glowed faintly, branches humming with a magic that felt more like...presence than power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that presence was calling me forward—without words, without command. Just a pull. A knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My bare feet brushed dew-soaked ferns, every step lighter than the last. The forest welcomed me, parting soundlessly, trees arching as if in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath shimmered like stars embedded in moss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart thrummed with nervous uncertainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of an open glade bathed in silver luminescence stood a woman in flowing midnight robes, hair long and pale as moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were dark and bright at the same time, like they held galaxies. My knees nearly buckled under the weight of her presence that pressed against my very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t need to be told who she was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moon Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her answering smile was warm, gentle, serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally, Seraphina,” she said, voice like a thousand distant bells, soft but resonant, “you found your way here like I knew you would.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this real?” My voice was barely above a whisper, quivering with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More real than the shadows that have haunted you,” she replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She extended a hand—open, inviting, maternal in a way that made every wound inside me ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What am I doing here?” I asked, shakily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression softened further, filled with something between pride and sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have watched you since the moment you took your first breath. You are one of my most luminous children, Seraphina.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not...possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand fell to her side, every movement as if she were in slow motion. “Why would you say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My...my mother said I was destined to be ordinary,” I whispered. “It was prophesied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze rustled through the glade—warm, but edged with sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, child,” the Moon Goddess sighed. “I pour equal love and potential into every wolf I create. No worth is ever predetermined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So...I wasn’t born insignificant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were born possibility,” she said. “What others believed spoke only of their limits, not yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hands clenched into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then...why did I suffer?” I asked in a broken voice, my throat tight. “Why was I different?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes glimmered—not with pity, but sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” she murmured. “And for that, I am sorry. I never wished hardship upon you. But look at you, child. You overcame all those challenges; you fought through the prejudice and made something of yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed, bitter and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that makes what I went through okay? You think a soldier who was injured at war would rather have a Purple Heart medal or his blown-off legs back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goddess blinked—then laughed softly, a sound like wind through chimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You truly are one of my fiercest daughters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst part is that she didn’t sound condescending or patronizing. She seemed genuinely proud of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared at her, a storm of emotion raging inside me—validation, anger, grief, relief, confusion, all colliding at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What now?” I asked quietly. “Why bring me here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile was like a thousand stars winking to life. “I have a gift for you. There’s someone I want you to meet. Properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped aside, and the trees behind her parted like curtains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wolf emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive. Silver-furred. Eyes burning like bright amethyst. Her aura rolled off her like ancient tides—powerful, steady, familiar in a way that rooted straight into my marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath stopped and quickened at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alina.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1505,"2026-06-03T02:27:49.405Z",1,"novelbin.me","cb71ec8760e4696c7685a9935d63a31766f181b2eb6acd3edff855a66f4810fe","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-225","my-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-chapter-223",488,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-sister-stole-my-mate-and-i-let-her-cover.jpg"]